Royal City.
Deep underground.
Huge black flames burned fiercely, their dark light flickering uncertainly as the flames swayed.
Upon three thrones forged from black iron, black shadows flowed and stretched like liquid.
On the altar of black marble, a worn old book lay in a luxe case of black velvet.
"Sarimi."
The shadow on the first throne spoke.
"This is your third failure. Not only has the Savior Plan been thwarted, but the Eclipse Plan has also been interfered with. A permanent stronghold has been eradicated, countless sacrifices have been destroyed, and all key connections with the High Court District have been unearthed. The organization's losses are severe."
Kneeling beneath the black fire was a person shrouded in a black robe, with their head deeply bowed, almost prostrating on the ground.
"Lord Asa, I'm deeply sorry. It's my fault. At the crucial moment, the greyhounds of the Judgement Court stood in my way, otherwise that traitor would be dead for sure!"
