"Then, I will be relying on all of you to become my avengers." A subtle smile marked his handsome face. He stood like a towering man, looming over the ghostly lady.
His sable-tinted gaze was soothing, resembling the calm ocean. It was quiet, yet wrath stirred from deep within its abyss.
Several flashes of light gleamed from behind him, blinding the desolate landscape with brilliance. In mere moments, gargantuan monsters materialized in the New World.
All of their attention was pointed towards their master, who had summoned them once again as an army.
"The Clan has taken something special from me."
"I want it back."
"March into the stormy lands of the New World's lower half. Destroy every military stronghold you find along the way. Trample them, leave nothing but destruction."
His words echoed through the desolate landscape crowded with monsters of different sizes. It sounded gentle, but it was a command for devastation regardless.
"It shall be done, Lord Oberon."
