"Do you feel that in the air? Does it not reek with anticipation?"
"Mmm... I sense it too. This world will be ours. It's only a matter of time ever since we brought that old man in. To think we get to bear witness to humanities greatest calamity."
"Indeed. How far along are they? How much is complete?"
"From what I hear, there is only three things left they need to complete his transformation. He will be born again, and this world will know his wrath."
A rumble shook the dark room. Both cloaked figures stood still.
"What was that? Are the prisoners acting up again?"
Another rumble surrounded them. Screams echoed in the distance. One of the cloaked figures slowly put on a dark green skull mask and chuckled to himself.
Suddenly, a cloaked figure with a black skull mask broke through the door.
"Warden, the prison camp is under attack!"
The Warden laughed more.
"I wonder who would be crazy enough to attack a prison camp. They must not know about Wardens to be so ballsy."
