A man cloaked in shadows stood before a massive altar, its surface carved with the twisted symbol of the Dark Sovereign—a skull with twin demonic horns, exuding an ominous aura.
His bloodshot eyes burned with fanaticism as he gazed upon the sea of Dark Seekers kneeling in devotion.
Their bodies were shrouded in corruption, their souls long since lost to their insatiable hunger for power and immortality.
The planet they stood on was a realm of eternal darkness.
No sun.
No warmth.
Only the cold, unyielding abyss where evil thrived.
And in this forsaken place, the fanatical elder's voice thundered through the void.
"Excellent work, young devotees!"
His words echoed like a decree of doom, filling the gathered horde with fervor.
"By teaching that arrogant Emperor a lesson, you have made the Dark Sovereign proud! You have made our fallen companion Morgana's death worthwhile!"