Shadows Shrouding Earth, Reign's Offer to Ivan
A tall figure cloaked in shadow stepped forward, its eyes glowing a deep crimson. "Itir was reckless," it said, its voice echoing in the dimly lit room. "He underestimated the inhabitants of the world and those that protect it."
"This is a reminder of the dangers we face when we act impulsively."
Another figure, this one surrounded by an aura of seething flames, nodded. "Agreed. Itir's failure will make it more difficult for any of us to act on Earth for a time, the one that defeated him is not to be taken lightly, I am certain all of you have seen what the battle looked like."
The others all nodded their heads in agreement, the strength Cyrus had shown making them all feel a bit apprehensive.
A third figure, wrapped in a shroud of swirling mist, spoke next. "We must proceed with caution, our resources are vast, but we cannot afford to waste them on failed attempts."