Far away, Inside the Hatred Sect's Hideout.
The vast chamber was drenched in a sinister atmosphere.
Blood fountains bubbled ominously at the corners, their crimson streams catching the flickering light from molten lava flowing through grooves in the towering black pillars.
The room reeked of malice, and the air was thick with a palpable sense of dread.
At the chamber's center stood a massive circular table, carved from a single slab of obsidian and large enough to seat eight.
Seven of the seats were occupied, while the eighth stood empty. Its owner, Lord X, was currently on his feet, commanding the room's attention.
[Lord X - Tier 10 - Level 1500]
The leader of the Hatred Sect was a terrifying figure, both in power and presence.
Towering above the others, his form radiated authority. Crimson eyes glowed from behind his ornate mask, its perpetual smile adding to his unsettling aura.
