In a dark and swamp underground, several people were dragged into the corner. Some were unconscious and those that were not were crying in anguish begging for their lives.
They were surrounded by people wearing dark clothes. Red and black candles were lighted everywhere in the place.
The massive stone brick door began to split in two. As soon as the door was wide open, it revealed Oliver, the witch, and Edas in the midst.
Two people walked towards them and gave their salutations.
"Greetings to Milord." they bowed in unison. "Greetings to our queen."
"Charrio, the preparations?" The witch asked.
"They are now complete."
A malicious grin escaped the witch's mouth as she turned around towards Oliver. "Milord, all has been prepared."
"I see..." Oliver glanced towards the people who were trembling. His expressions were unreadable.
["Oliver, I have something to tell you. About your real father."]
