The sworn were preparing for a larger raid. The failure of the Benbaurg auction had caused a great strife within the ranks of the sworn. But in truth, it had also united them in spite. Names were being muttered all around, captains who had been away on missions in secrecy had been recalled.

“We must see about this black wing faction!” someone yelled over the din of the chamber hall.

“They are small fries!” someone else countered, angry, and spitting.

“They have a master tier in their ranks!” someone else pointed out and they all fell quiet. They hadn't forgotten the decimation of their numbers when that master tier appeared and killed hundreds of them with one skill.

“Captains will be sent, and the Vice Leaders are coming too.” Someone said and the room fell into hushed whispers again.

The vice leaders of the sworn were high master tiers. Each one of them and if they were attending, then the next plan would be fine.

“What of the leader? Will he attend?” someone asked but the room fell silent.

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“No.” a new voice said, and the room all turned to the door and then fell to a knee, heads all bowed in unison. It was the Vice Leader of the sworn, second only to the Leader.

“The leader is busy with the labyrinth. He is aiming for the 100th floor and nothing can stop him from overcoming that task. Not even the auction set back.” The vice leader cautioned, and everyone stayed deathly still.

“I will attend in his stead; the full force of the sworn will dismantle the coronation of the elven queen. we cannot allow any more powers to establish in this labyrinth!” he cried out and that flare of Mana cracked the walls of the room. The vice leader was strong, almost master tier III.

“Go and prepare, we will break into the forest and burn it to the ground.”

The sworn, dispersed and went their ways to go and prepare, leaving the vice leader to the chamber alone. =

He gritted his teeth and slammed it into the table, leaving a dent where his fist had hit.

He needed to kill this elven queen before his master returned. Or he would suffer the wrath of consequence after the mishap of the Benbaurg auction.

“Find out what a black wing faction is.” He said to his shadow and from his shadow sprung a veiled woman, his very own agent of dissolution and disarray. He had trained her himself and she was his greatest weapon.

Without a word, she dived into another shadow and left him to go and do his bidding. He sat at the table and delved into his thoughts.