Myriad Thunder State, beneath a secluded mountain stream unnoticed by all, a group of individuals clad in black gathered together.
"How are things being handled?" The leader's voice sounded from behind the mask that shifted slightly on their face, revealing an aged tone.
"Great Elder, we have taken control of quite a few minor forces, but time is pressing, and some small forces have not yet been fully mastered," one person said, trembling.
"How long has it passed, and you still haven't completed the task?! Do you think I have become weak due to old age?!" Although the Great Elder's tone was quite calm, it made everyone present shiver, conveying their inner fear even if their expressions were concealed.
Especially the black-clad individual who spoke earlier immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, saying, "I implore the Great Elder to grant us a little more time, we will certainly complete it to perfection."
