**unknown location**
It was a well lit throne room with eight intimidating figures in it, the room had a rectangular shape and very high ceilings, and ornate frescos it looked like something straight out of the roman empire, there were large windows lining the walls providing the illumination the room needed.
The floor was made of polished dark marble that reflected the light provided by the windows and the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
A man sat on a throne raised on a dais and looked at the seven figures bowing in front of him like a god of some sort, the throne was made of crystals and the man's demeanor unreadable. Irrespective of the fact that the room was well lit, no one could discern his face or could try to look him in the face.
''my shepherds, it is time to lead my flock to victory. What do you say'' he said in a voice that betrayed no emotion..