A while ago, deep within the fortified base of the Abyssal Conquerors, their leader Kaelithus awaited news from the battlefield. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and the ever-present shadows that seemed to cling to every surface. Kaelithus, a tall, imposing figure with piercing eyes and an aura of dark authority, paced back and forth, his thoughts consumed by the ongoing conflict.
Kaelithus paused by a large, ominous map of the battlefield spread across a stone table, his fingers tracing the routes and positions of his forces. He glanced up at the few commanders and advisors gathered around him, their faces a mix of anticipation and concern. His expression was one of stern confidence, his voice steady and commanding as he began to speak.