The cool night air whispered softly throughout the mighty fortress of Adonis. Even with over half the city beneath the waves, the capital was an ominous yet elegant display, a silent testament to the power of The Chosen.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by footsteps echoing throughout the streets. A cloaked figure made his way towards the bridge leading to the castle.
Slowly did he pace himself, each step resonating loudly throughout the cold stone passageways, accompanied by the hum of various spiritech machines.
Crossing the bridge, the winds picked up strength. The man's cloak billowed regally, as though he was being wrapped in the essence of darkness itself.
At last he came to a large platform. Two portals glowed with a mysterious azure light at each side of the platform, and above was a balcony, perhaps once used by the leaders of The Chosen to give speeches to many minions who would gather here.
Standing at the center, the man pulled back his hood, revealing smoke-grey skin, sinister pointed ears, and eyes glowing red with vengeance. As he kneeled down, a burst of energy welcomed a rather large, yet highly distorted holo-image, floating above the dark pit between the platform and the castle itself.
The being in the image began to speak...