
Light cast on the black stone floors like shadows while darkness embraced the room. In the raised dais, atop the throne, a lone silhouette sat aloft.
Two gargantuan doors screeched open like a horrifying wail; and a man stepped through the red carpet.
Tap, tap, his footsteps rang. Rhythmic, and respectful, as he approached the throne and fell to one knee.
“Your Majesty.”
“Raise your head, Duke of Blood and Iron.” The Emperor responded.
“The Freedom Alliance has made a complete retreat from the other side of the world, Your Majesty. No one is aware of, or will suspect our presence there.”
A thud resounded as the Emperor rapped his fingers against his throne.
“That monster?” He asked.
“His every step is being monitored, just like the students of Black Rose.”
“And the rest?”
“All in their separate paths, Your Majesty.” The Duke of Blood and Iron lowered his head again. “Only the mage still lurks near the borders… If I may, she would be the perfect justification.”
The Emperor hummed. Thud his fingers rang again.
“Very well,” said he. “You may leave.”
The Duke of Blood Iron bowed deeply and stood up. Without showing his back to the Emperor, he retraced his steps out of the throne room.
The creaky door wailed again, as only the silhouette of the great ruler remained.
“Soon… this millenia of mayhem will end soon. The world will be rid of that demonic scum in my reign.”