Meanwhile.
Amazarak Fallen Nation.
Vane sat in his office, his fingers steepled as he listened to the Amazarak chief, who spoke in low, carefully veiled words.
"The foundation is set, Sir Vane. The workers have been split as ordered. The mountain base is progressing, hidden from the main camp's eyes. Your personal forces are being trained in secret."
"Hmm… good." Vane glanced up, his voice equally measured. "Have you selected the best among your people? Those with talent in magic, strength, and other useful skills?"
The chief gave a slight bow, his tone respectful. "It has been arranged. The chosen ones have been informed and are ready to serve."
