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Shadows suddenly converged in front of the Progenitor, taking the shape of a man covered in black robes.
"My lord, things are prepared. The Horsemen have arrived through the Teleportation devises. Shall we prepare a feast for all four of you?" Wondered his servant.
"No, I don't have appetite." The Progenitor man spoke with a cold voice, suddenly turning into a mass of bats that flew across his enormous castle, in seconds, he emerged before three figures sitting around a rectangular table. They were accompanied by three other figures, their most trusted retainers.
