About an hour ago…
The lich of the Cult of Bones emerged from his Magus Tower after centuries. The moment he set foot outside the secret plane, it was all but confirmed that the great world war had, at last, entered its final stages.
"So it's finally happening," The Stone Lord, Leland Haynam, muttered in a solemn voice.
Though he appeared calm and composed on the outside, the faint flicker of anxiety in his eyes betrayed his inner feelings.
It would be a lie to state that he wasn't nervous. He was one of the few people who was privy to what the Cult Leader had planned for this world.
The negative feelings associated with playing a part in sacrificing almost ten billion souls trumped the feelings of joy and excitement of finally leaving for the Greater Universe.
But the die had been cast, and there was no turning back.
"Scared?" The Wind Lord, Alain Gray, turned to him and sneered.
