Third POV
Somewhere else in a far distant land, someone looked into the Mist and laughed.
"Silly horsemen, if you don't learn how to talk then you'll never see the end of the world~"
He then snapped
"You. Gather the forces we've been training and send them to the Camp of Myths."
"A-are you sure sire? They may not be ready.."
The man slashed with his hands and scowled as the monster's body split in half.
"Now you. Go get the forces."
Another monster in the room quickly snapped to attention at seeing the dead body and nodded, quickly leaving the room.
"Are the preparations being made and finalized? If you fail this time again I will never forgive you.."
The man stiffened but nodded nervously, he waved away all the people in the room before replying,
"Of course sir.. I would never dream of failing you, especially after what happened with those wretched immortals…