Inside a large hall filled with different equipment, herbs, portion, liquid of different colors, aroma and so on, four short younglings were busy running around doing different things within this room, from fixing herbs, to conculting pills and all when a short spikey hair man appeared it if thin air grumbling and cursing
"Curse those angelic race, they always feel too proud, I will one day make a pill or portion that can turn them all into frognite, no slaves, slaves is better or wipe them out completely"
"Master Nox did you fail to get a new student again" one of the four drew closer to ask
"Hmm, why can't they just be civil and let me get a student anytime I go out, I don't come out always" his lamanting filled the room
"Calm down master, you will have one when the time is right, after all we are always here by your side or aren't we enough for you?"
