The Primordial Plane of Valeant had no day and night cycle. Instead, the lighting in the sky simply dimmed slightly at intervals. This represented the standard day and night cycle of most worlds. When the light that permeated through the entire plane began to rise in intensity, the many Gods and other celestial beings that had gathered there were already waiting.
Leon stood a distance away from the front of the rank of the Gods of Datar. He remained with his Undead Army at the moment, allowing them to bask in the presence of their master for the time being.
"Master." Kaladin stopped a step behind Leon and bowed his head slightly. The Obsidian Lightning God's face was obscured by a mystical hood that gave him a mysterious air. Two points of blue light peered out from the darkness of the hood, making him look even scarier. But before Leon, he was a meek little subordinate.
"How is the army?" Leon asked.
