An Army Awaiting Commands

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At the top of Saehtyn's Castle,

Saehtyn leaned against the armrest of his throne while playing with a cluster of Hellfire. While his gaze seemed to be focused on the fire in his palm, his mind was truly elsewhere, 'Is what the other Lords said true? Have there truly been signs of a new Monarch arising? But why have I not sensed any of the signs? Could it be that my senses are dulling, or am I not a part of the future?'

Typically, when a demon of his stature failed to sense the upcoming events, it meant their existence didn't hold a place within them. If this was the case, Saehtyn wasn't sure how he felt about this. Unlike the rest of the Lords, he possessed an unwavering ideology. Irzanach was incapable of swaying him to his side. As for the others, there were signs of them giving in.