The Dark Cloud Pavilion Master stood on the hidden thirteen floors of his pavilion, overlooking the city. Although a mist still surrounded him, any discerning individual could detect his slightly restless mood. He suddenly sensed something somewhere in the city.
Although it was brief and swiftly disappeared, he sensed one of his people somewhere they should not be. 'Was I right? Did something happen to my people?' He resisted his first instinct to immediately check out and, instead, sent a communication talisman to assemble the Dark Mists Assassins.
Not even ten seconds passed before countless mist shadows materialized behind him.
"Master!" They said in perfect synchronized voices.
