Fein sat at his desk in his private room in the Dark Knights' headquarters, reading through some reports when there was a knock on the door. "Come in," he called out, his voice authoritative.
Two shadow soldiers entered the room, their black cloaks billowing behind them as they made their way to Fein's desk. "Supreme leader Fein, we have urgent news from the North," one of them said, his voice low and respectful.
Fein looked up from his papers, his interest piqued. "Tell me," he said, gesturing for them to proceed.
"The demons have invaded the Milea kingdom of the North, Your Excellency," the second soldier reported, his tone serious. "The Milean army is struggling to hold them off, and innocent civilians are being killed."
Fein leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "Interesting," he murmured. "This could be an opportunity for me."
