The West, The Palace
Elijah was in a foul mood. The damn Yankees had started this war much too early. Since Elijah had already deployed his main force against the rebels, he had neglected his frontier defenses. Now, his border defenses were as vulnerable as an ant's nest.
Damn Klaus, Elijah vowed to rip Klaus's head off himself.
Elijah's train of thought was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. The secretary-general then pushed his way into the council room, followed by the two military officers.
One by one, they took their seats, each with a look of astonishment on their face as they saw the dark wizard finally enter.
It was evident that the officials were deeply repelled by the black sorcerer standing before them. Although he was now dressed in more modest attire, he could hardly conceal his ugly hunchback, and the foul stench emanating from his person.
