"Hmmm… I'm last, eh?" A brilliant smile gleamed in the dark, a row of golden teeth shining, a pair of pupils the brilliant shade of emerald piercing through the poorly lit hall.
Ministers draped in thick, luxurious Sultana garbs bowed before the Emperor of Heavenly Wealth.
His silhouette, barely visible in the dark, exuding a vague mystical feel, moved leaning forward.
"Tell me, have we gathered enough?" His voice rang light but landed heavy in the hearts of his subordinates.
"Not enough, my lord, we need two more days at the very least," the minister at the forefront of the bunch replied, his eyes glued to the marbled floors.
"I see… then I have no choice, I might be last but it will be grand," he declared, which was more of a promise than not.
His frame resting backwards, his gold teeth shimmering in the dark.
"Soon…"
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Meanwhile, over in the west…
Cain had just dismissed Lara, after getting a firsthand, detailed report on what happened, or at least what she knew.
