Each With A Masterplan

In a hidden room.

A meeting was currently taking place with phantoms present. None of the people present in the meeting was a human. They were all communicating from a far place.

"Our hideouts in the Southern Continent are being wiped out. Can anyone tell me what is going on there?"

One of the phantoms spoke. His voice was deep and gave off the feeling of royalty. The voice didn't show any signs of being below anyone, rather, it showed pride and sovereignty.

"I've taken note of this over the past few weeks. One hideout will be destroyed within the space of at least two weeks. And these hideouts all have Sovereigns. We all know how hard it is to cultivate or recruit Sovereigns, so losing them at such speed is frightening."

Another one of the phantoms spoke up.

"I'm currently in the Middle Continent, I have no idea what's happening in the Southern Continent."