"All the mana compressors have been placed as you have ordered. We are now waiting for the next set of instructions."
Hemlock appeared emotionless as he sat on his throne and stared ahead.
His attention was drawn to the empty space in front of him, where a black circular sphere was displaying a number of different scenarios simultaneously.
The space around him warped, and he opened his mouth.
"Have you done as I've asked? While you were installing the mana compressors, have you been vigilant for any creatures or animals that may have been hiding nearby?"
"Yes."
A black man with a fierce scar running through his face responded to the question while kneeling on one knee and wearing all black.
"We have, as you've suggested, pretended not to notice them. What should we now do? Should we alter the placement of the mana compressors?"
"No."
Hemlock shook his head.
