The meeting of shadows.

"Well, I guess it was for naught." Another giant spoke, but he was shaped like a tree instead.

"Let us talk about the recent happenings here, then we will talk about that distant continent later," The stone giant said. "Isima, you can proceed."

A lamia oozing black miasma got up from her seat and started to speak: "There have been recent rumors that the vampire sovereign has awoken. The Vampire sovereign was feared, being second only to the demon king; she was capable of ending kingdoms, and she was practically the ruler of this continent before her demise against a transcendent being rumored to be the world's will. Now they are saying she has rallied the barbarians, dark pixies, and the fallen to her side, forming the Wallachian alliance."

Isima the Lamia sat back down as she looked at the stone giant, who was their leader.

"If we spur on other races, like we have done in the past, do you think we will be able to successfully abolish this 'Wallachian alliance'?" The stone giant asked.

The shadows had a hand in the destruction of many races, and after they were destroyed, their corpses were then used by the shadows as their own. The Stone Giants, Lamias, Treants, and Medusas—all those races were just unfortunate to have been targeted by the shadows.

"It should be possible, but that means we will need to turn the entire continent against them. Do you think we will be able to achieve that?" A floating octopus like being said, or at least thought out loud.

"Who is going to be able to reach out to the demons? If we want a one hundred percent chance of success, then we need to recruit the demons to our side." Surprisingly, this time it was a vampire who spoke. This Vampire's body had been taken over by the shadows. Every body here was not originally theirs, but using their unique skill to possess living and non-living things and slowly kill the host if they were still alive, the shadows had grown to be a force to reckon with on the Daemon continent.

"I think with a bit more persuasion, the demons will join. They have been waiting for their so-called king for thousands of years. Their birthrate is also incredible slow, almost non-existent. If not for the fact that they had an incredible long lifespan like dragons, they would have been wiped out by now, but now some of them are tired of not doing anything; some are on the fence, while the others are still really dedicated to their demon king. I can cause a rebellion, ending the life of the last general alive, and then by that time we will have the demons on our side." A scaly humanoid man spoke. This was the body of a demon he had taken over centuries ago.

The last general he was talking about was one of the seven deadly sins that Licht called his generals. The last one alive was Sloth. The rest had died due to old age or in battle. Demons were not immortal; they just lived long, and their lifespan reduced based on how much they fought. Sloth was naturally lazy, so he was the last one alive.

Though he was lazy, people could not underestimate him. There were stories about how he wiped out an entire army by just swinging his hands in bed, but now he was old and weak. He had been waiting for his king for a long time, and he still had hope. He just wanted to see his king one last time before he died.

"We will try to discover what happened on the Gregorian continent later. What is a big priority now is rallying more races to our side so we can destroy this pesky alliance."

"Tranko, you will go back to the demon abode and try to make them rebel and kill Sloth. Isima and Gruke, you will go to Wallachia to understand exactly what is going on, but remember to be careful. Though this is not the Gregorian continent where they would not be so welcoming of us, remember that these people living on this continent don't mind the idea of mass genocide if they hold a grudge, and they would certainly hold a grudge against us if they knew what we could do. Verthan, you and Sleik will go to the centaur races and succubi races to know their stance on this." The stone giant gave more orders, and after a few minutes, he was done.

"I think that is all for now. You all will depart tomorrow. Meeting adjourned." He sat down as everyone began to depart in different directions.

'She had awoken. If she has awoken, that means he has also awoken. Master is still asleep, but if he knows my progress, he will definitely be livid. I am too slow, but who would have known the Gregorian continent would pack so much firepower as to reduce our population to less than ten percent? That caused a huge setback in our plan, but this place, this place, is paradise. If only we were here first instead of that wretched place.' He squeezed his palm into a fist and struck the table. It was halved, but the people leaving were not too surprised, as they were used to seeing their lord going through his thoughts and then breaking something. They all continued leaving as shadows formed, cleaning up the mess and bringing a new table.

Meanwhile, Frances had finally reached land.

"This place is really dreary, but I guess I will find the push I need."

He looked to the east and blasted off once more. He flew for a couple of days. On his journey, he had been attacked a few times by beasts, and some weird races also attacked him. He fought wraiths, banshees, and harpies, further improving his skills. He had also heard about the Wallachian Alliance, so he continued heading in that direction, as he felt a place where several races were accepted should be far better than being in the wilderness.

"Halt. Who are you and what are your reasons for coming to Wallachia?" The vampire guard stopped this man who was too short to be a barbarian, too healthy to be a dark pixie, had no wings on his back to be a fallen, and too tall to be a dark dwarf.