Tak... Tak... Tak...

A series of light footsteps reverberate the throne room. The guards gave out a salute to the man who was approaching.

The man slightly bowed then made a fist out of his right hand raising it where his heart located. He knelt while looking down.

It is a common practice to speak before his majesty.

"Your majesty, preparations has been complete. We can set out whenever you wanted your majesty."

The man spoke with such dignity residing his voice. It was loud and clear voice,giving out an imposing aura.

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"Finally! We can fulfill the life-long dream of our ancestors. We can summon back our lord back in this world. The prophecy will be complete. Sandro, mobilize our elite forces and hunt the child of prophecy."

Sandro, the most trusted magician of the king, and the most powerful mage that walked the empire of Asra. 

"By your words your majesty!"

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As Sandro walked outside the throne room he can't help to remember the ancient prophecy that was passed down every generation of the royal family.

'A child will be born under the light of the blood moon at the thirtienth night in the month of beast. He whose heart will be the key to open the abyss.'

'Finally we will once again be glorious under our lord.'

Sandro couldn't contain his excitement. 

A deep evil laugh exited his mouth making the guards feel fear at him.