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Rain fell from the storming heavens onto the cursed Violet Island, the fog ever present as it kept its stay upon and around this plot of land out in the middle of Durem Ocean. Few sounds lurked this place outside of its range, but if one walked the land, they will soon hear monstrous cries and roars that will make the hair stand tall on the back of the neck. The only sign of something civilized was the mark of a structure sitting in the side of a mountain in the center of the island, having an architecture that resembled the Gothic nature of Europe's ancient cathedrals, but lacking its holy properties. It was within this structure where the true activity went on.

The room was dark, as dark as darkness can get. There were torches of faint red lying on the walls of this room, but they were spread so far apart that they did little to combat the shadows. There was but one light source that managed to beat it out, and it sat in the center of the room as a globe of red, a texture like that of water constantly moving around its spherical shape. Often, faces and large mouths can be made out of its distorting visuals, looking like a montage of terror one would see on the walls of something not of this world. There was a single figure standing just a bit away from this globe, the front part of its body barely visible due to the red luminance that spread from the center piece. The shape of his body was made out to be fairly fit, bulging against some tight clothing he wore on his body. A beard sat upon his face, well groomed. Shades were lit up by the red glow as the figure stared with an emotionless face at this strange device before him. There were few sounds present in this silent chamber: a slight wheezing coming from somewhere, the crackling of the torches' flames, and the whirring of the hovering magical abomination in the center of the room.

It wasn't long before the quietness was broken by the opening of a door, another figure walking into the range of the center light. He seemed to be wearing a set of clothing that looked Victorian in design, wearing a long coat, and holding what seemed to be a curved sword resting in its scabbard in the grip of his left hand. His eyes glowed in effect of the luminating light, and his mouth opened to speak, his voice deep and hitting the walls of this room sternly.

"My mission was a success. We have acquired all three."

The other man smirked, walking a little forward to reveal that his hair was in the style of ethnic cornrows, stylish, yet offsetting to the mood present about him. He replied with a voice that was reminiscent of a certain Lu Bu founder, his voice a lot more smooth, but powerful within the limited space that they had.

"Excellent. I am surprised you were able to pull it off with little resistance from the surrounding locals of those places."

The katana wielder smirked, amused by that response.

"I had some interference, but nothing that my minions couldn't handle."

The glasses-wearing one lost his smile.

"Your work does not end here. We have more to do."

“What are your next orders?”

The muscled individual raised his right hand, directing it toward the sphere before him. Suddenly, it began to warp into indistinguishable shapes, its colors going into lighter hues before an image showed itself. It was a large mass of land, looking like a healthy region of both nature and civilization.

“The continent to the north of us, Angara, is your next order. Even though we are many, we still have yet the combined strength to take on the entire world. Through time only will we be able to accomplish such a goal, but before we can do so, we must acquire ourselves a little more outside help. This continent is composed of dragons. As you know, dragons are a prideful kind who will not give up the opportunity to assume positions as the authority of this world. They, too, are powerful, but even they know the danger of angering the many of the world who call it home. So, we will convince them into joining us. However, we must be subtle. Though they have a name to live up to, they are still righteous in their own rights. To them, peace is a priority.”

“So how are we going to win their hearts over to our cause?”

“We win over the hearts of their strongest. We tell them what we want to tell them. We let them know that our cause is righteous.”

“The twist of the tongue,” the katana wielder said with a grin on his face.

“Dragons can sense things that others cannot, so you will have to go onto this mission under the guise of the man you are.”

“Very well. I will do as you say. Angara will soon become one of us.”

Valentine turned away, walking back to the door. But he stopped just before opening it, turning himself back around.

“Sieg, there’s something that I’ve been wondering. C. Fox. He is wasting valuable time getting into his petty fights.”

“Are you questioning a Kaiser's capability?”

Valentine stared for a few more moments before he gave an acknowledging nod and walked himself out the door. Anger was plastered onto his face, having his right hand swing vigorously out to the side in spite.