The Power Awaits

Third POV

The dimly lit hallway made every servant's blood run cold. The man dressed in a dark green robe, covering his face with the hood of his attire, walked with purpose. His steps were deliberate, and his presence seemed to cast a shadow even darker than the already dim surroundings.

Whispers echoed among the servants as they watched the hooded figure pass by. They recognized the robes he wore - the attire of the Silent Envoys, a group of mysterious and elite individuals who served the Dark Lord directly. The Silent Envoys were known for their unwavering loyalty and their role as messengers, enforcers, and agents of the Dark Lord's will.

The man's hood concealed his features completely, leaving his identity a mystery. He moved in silence, his footsteps barely making a sound against the stone floor. His presence exuded an air of authority that demanded obedience and sent shivers down the spines of those who crossed his path.