Two days earlier, in a dimly lit chamber, a group of five shadowy figures gathered around a large table. Their faces was still covered in their hoods and their bodies were dressed in dark flowing robes that seems to swallow them whole.
"They are trying to understand what is happening," a gravelly voice said, the speaker's face hidden in the shadows.
"Then this is the perfect opportunity for us to get close," another voice replied.
"Azil is the perfect person for this task," a third voice chimed in. "He is the master of manipulation."
Azil, the one being referred to, shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, don't flatter me," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But yes, I accept. I will get close to them, and I will bring our master back."
The others nodded in agreement, their faces still hidden in the shadows. "You need to make them believe in you ," one of them said. "Alexander won't be easy to persuade."
