Uniting the Shadow Kings
"Sir! We finally have a signal!" The messenger slammed open the door only to realise that he had interrupted a meeting full of executives. All eyes were now glaring at him with scorn and he knew that unless he could give them a good reason for his action, it might actually be the end of his life.
"Sire, we finally managed to receive a signal from Tyr Gauntlet." The messenger knelt at the doors, closing his eyes while beads of sweat rolled down his neck. His heart was accelerating and the only thing that kept him sane from this pressurising situation was the hope that his transgression would be overlooked in favour of the completion of the task assigned by Atrocity's Shadow King himself.
"You." Without even turning his neck, the corner of Satov's eye was sufficient for the messenger to know that he was being called upon.
"Place the communication ball on the table. Everyone else, dismissed!"