In the dark chamber, deep within a hidden stronghold far from the bustle of the Jul Empire, shadows danced against the cold stone walls.
A few scattered candles, their flames flickering, barely illuminated the room, casting long, twisted shadows of the figures gathered in the hall etched with strange, pulsating runes.
Darkness ripple of energy obscured their faces, and their voices murmured in whispers, echoing through the still air like distant threats.
The silence was broken by one of the figures cloaked in heavy robes. Deep and dripping with satisfaction, his voice sent a faint shiver through the room. "With this, he should be on that forsaken continent by now."
His tone was low, but brimming with dark amusement. Though his expression was hidden by shadow, his smirk could almost be felt. "Far from his empire's protection. Those brutes won't hesitate to kill him."
