Thalnor strode purposefully toward the village, his mind preoccupied with the intricate plan he had set in motion with Hades. Each step was calculated, his thoughts running through every detail of his carefully crafted scheme.
The dark energy he had infused into the formation was working perfectly—soon, Hades would be under his control. "Just a matter of time," Thalnor thought with a wicked grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
As Thalnor neared the outskirts of the village, the quiet of his thoughts was suddenly interrupted by a frantic voice cutting through the air.
"Elder Thalnor!" The voice called out, dripping with urgency.
Thalnor stopped in his tracks, the smirk that had been playing on his lips vanishing instantly. His eyes darkened, and he slowly turned to face the source of the disturbance.
A deep frown etched itself across his face as he watched a villager running toward him, breathless and wide-eyed with panic.
