[Unknown Location- A day before the attack]
A massive obsidian table stretched across the center of the room, surrounded by fourteen chairs carved from black stone, of which only three chairs were occupied currently.
The fourth, twelfth, and fourteenth positions held figures draped in darkness, their faces hidden behind black masks as they sat perfectly still, looking at the figure standing before them.
The standing figure looked completely distorted, making it impossible to see who or what it actually was.
The figure in the fourth chair leaned forward slightly, fingers drumming once against the armrest.
"I didn't know you were planning to visit us today." The voice came out as barely more than a whisper, yet it carried perfectly across the chamber. "Head of the Death Cult."
The distorted figure tilted where its head might be.
