"Lord Black Steward, that group is here again."
In a cave dozens of miles from the ruins, a man in a black robe, with a skeletal figure, respectfully reported to a person sitting on a blood-red iron throne before him.
A tall figure sat on the blood-red iron throne. He wore a scarlet robe with a black bat insignia embroidered on the chest, his face shrouded in a bloody mist that made his features impossible to discern.
The Black Steward leaned lazily against the throne's armrest, his fingers tapping an irregular rhythm. After a long moment, he spoke coldly, "Can they break that damned Profound Sun Celestial Spirit Array this time?"
The skeletal man replied cautiously, "My lord, it seems they've come fully prepared. Two individuals who appear to be Array Masters have already entered the array. They must have made thorough preparations."
