"The king intends to try and take control of The Cursed", the room was silent and dark. So much so that you couldn't see the person he was speaking to. "A suicide mission"
"Is he aware of the ritual they have done?"
"I'm afraid not, Sire", he answered. "He hungers for power...and he does not know the key to his power lies right beneath his nose"
"Pray tell what you mean, Ezra. I'm too old to play mind games like this"
"Sire...I've found her"
The man in the darkness sat up straight in his chair. "Does she know herself?"
"I doubt it. She's still only a child", Ezra answered. "But I can sense her energy. It is her, Sire"
"I don't doubt you", the man spoke. "I intended to reject the king our help...But for her sake, we must return to the mansion regularly"
"So we lend our help?", Ezra asked. "If we do, this war will begin again"
