In a pure blue control room, two figures sat on large throne like seats in the middle of the room. The sheer dominance they radiated stilled the air and froze breaths.
In front of them, four figures had sunk to their knees, bowing their heads so low they were inches from the ground.
It was odd.
These four figures looked every bit like the one who had attacked the military training camp in the past, Xal'zereth, a Zorvan. Only, they were bigger, broader, and had different shades of blue skin.
But that wasn't the oddity. No. The sheer aura these four radiated dwarfed anything any of Eldoralth's paragons had ever radiated. Even the race leaders.
And yet, here they were, bowing in front of two figures who looked like they could snap them like twigs with one hand.
"Useless." Came the sweet voice of the female seated on the left. She looked every bit like a fairy of nature, greenish skin, a face so soft and tender she could be mistaken for the nicest woman in the world.
