"Kid, don't get too emotional." Vastor replied. "How long do you think my cover would hold if all the Eldritch hybrids of the Organization focused their efforts on Essagor? What would happen to us once the Guardians understand that I'm the Master?"
Nelia clenched her fists and jaw so hard that they popped, but she said nothing.
"Just wait for the signal from your siblings. Let a few of them strike first in the other regions of the Kingdom so that Essagor doesn't stand out. At that point, you have my permission to go wild. If there's someone left to kill, of course."
Vastor Warped himself outside his secret lab and on the high walls surrounding the city of Verlam.
"Is everything ready?" He asked the guard captain.
"Yes, My Lord." Unlike most men in his company, Captain Eilas was old enough to know what Vastor was capable of. "Everything has been prepared according to your instructions months ago."
