"Damnit..." The Fairy King spoke from within his hallowed space.
Surrounded by darkness—with the only source of light coming from the bright screen in front of him—Beruel's eyes remained fixated on the two unwelcome guests he had.
'I would have attacked them before they even infiltrated my hideout, but that would have caused too much commotion, and if the Cult gets a hold of my signature, then...!'
Beruel didn't completely trust the Nether Cult—just like he didn't put his faith in just about any institution.
After being betrayed, it would be foolish for him to make the same mistakes again.
Besides, the Nether Cult didn't care about his most trusted subordinate's death, and the members hardly shared his values.
He was simply using them.
'They can't know of this place, though...'
To the outside world—and even the omnipotent clairvoyance of their leader—this was simply a mountain.
