In the dark caves deep in the depths of mountains surrounded by dark energy, a group of people dressed in all black were standing together as they waited for the arrival of their master.
It was so dark in there that despite it being the middle of the day, there wasn't a single ray of natural light filtering inside the cave. The only source of light inside were the couple of torches that were lit to provide minimum brightness.
A couple of moments later, a person appeared from the shadows and moved to sit on the throne like seat at the high platform, made of obsidian and gemstones of different colors.
His tall frame was hidden underneath the long black cloak that he wore, hiding his identity from the onlookers.
When he spoke, his voice sounded almost ancient and the walls rumbled with the intensity of his powers. He was someone with strong magical powers, someone who should be feared.
