The unknown robed figure exited the building, leaving no trace of his footprints on the snow-covered streets.
As he made his way to his next destination, he looked around at the filth and squalor of the slums and thought, Decades of planning will finally bear fruit. Soon, the souls will be harvested and Ravenfell will lay in ruins. The time when we move is soon approaching.
The Acadian Empire won't know what hit them. And once the Ulier Continent is taken care of, the whole world will be in the palm of the cult leader's hand!
After making several turns in the maze-like streets of Corvid, the robed Magus entered a secluded alleyway. The other side of this alley, however, was a dead end. But this was exactly where he wanted to be.
He walked to the other end of the alley, turned around, and patiently waited in the darkness. Only the ethereal light of the twin moons illuminated his surroundings, casting an eerie glow.
