The gray figures, clad in hooded robes, seized Nomandil's family and disappeared into the shadows. The emperor turned his attention to Arahon, who struggled against the unseen force that held him in place.
"You see, my son, victory is at hand, and sacrifices must be made for the greater good," the emperor said, his voice carrying a sinister undertone. "We shall see the victory that is upon us tomorrow together."
Arahon's eyes widened with horror as he realized the depth of his father's betrayal. "What have you done, what kind of sacrifices are you talking about?!"
"Have you truly gone mad, Father?!"
The emperor laughed a cold and heartless sound that reverberated through the underground hall. "You are too sentimental, Arahon. The power I seek demands sacrifice, and that will fuel the culmination of our plans."
