"Good, I'll tell Shivali to expect you soon then, have fun Frost." Dark waved goodbye with a bright smile before ending the conversation.
The moment however when the screen became inert his smile vanished and an exhausted look appeared across his face. He then turned to his left where a man wreathed in shadows was sitting with a large cauldron in front of him. A violet fire was fiercely blazing beneath, cooking whatever ingredients sat in the pot. A thick medicinal scent escaped through the trembling lid and the man sported a focused expression before suddenly tensing up.
In that moment the violet fire turned black, and the cauldron started to tremble, the medicinal scent growing thicker and thicker by the millisecond before the man suddenly smiled and erased the fire, his work was finally finished.
"I've troubled you Erebus." The man wreathed in shadows was of course Erebus, Dark's confidant and Diablos' grandfather.
