Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, the true magnitude of the evil alliance operated in the shadows. The main stronghold of the Nether Fiend Sect was not a simple cavern hidden in the woods, but a sprawling, fully functional underground fortress.
Thousands of dark-robed disciples marched in disciplined formations across the courtyards. Blacksmiths forged curved sabers in massive, churning foundries, while alchemists brewed volatile poisons in dimly lit laboratories.
The base was a hive of lethal industry.
Deep within the heart of the fortress, the innermost sanctum glowed with eerie purple light. The Sect Leader of the Nether Fiend Sect sat upon a throne carved from dark crystal.
A dozen high-ranking elders and prominent figures of the evil faction occupied the stone chairs surrounding a long table.
They were currently locked in a heated debate regarding their supply chains and deployment schedules.
