Somewhere in an underground facility in the Southern Continent...
"How are the preparations coming along?" A man seated on a throne made from blackstone asked.
"My Lord, the Anaesha and the Zelan Dynasties are making preparations for war," a man wearing a black robe reported. "The soonest they will make their move is in three months, the longest is five. Our members are laying the groundwork of the siege even as we speak."
The man seated on the throne nodded his head. "Are the altars constructed?"
"My Lord, half of the altars are already built," the black-robed man answered. "We estimate that they will be finished by the time the war officially starts."
"Too slow, make sure to finish them in two months."
"As you wish, My Lord."
The man seated on the throne rested the side of his face on the palm of his hand. "How about the Crown Prince, any news from him?"
