Undercurrents (1)

In a remote corner of the continent, inside a deep dark cave where the only source of light are the fire torches mounted on the walls.

There is an altar of what seemed like a Demon with three horns on its head, smiling as it showed those razor sharp teeth, and in front of the altar is a round table where there six chairs surrounding the table and with six hooded figures sitting on their own respective seats.

"Is that information reliable?"one of the hooded figures said with a very deep voice.

"Of course, don't underestimate my information network" said another figure, her voice sounded seductive and alluring.

"Hahaha! One more year, and that old bastard will die! The remaining human sages and the so called Dragon Master wouldn't be able to stop us by then! When he dies, most of the Nevareth Continent will be ours!"