A Part Of Their Plan

A they were all stunned by his words, falling silent immidatly.

Every eye turned to him, awaiting his next command.

"I said we are expecting someone."

"Until they arrive, I want no further interruptions."

They all bowed their heads, each calmin down, though unease still lingered in the air.

Moments passed in silence. Then, a voice suddenly spoke.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, my lord," the voice said.

Everyone turned as a figure emerged from the shadows that appeared behind them—a figure they had not noticed until he was directly before them.

A silver haired red eyes man who covered the lowar half of his face.

It was none other than Ivan, the Deathwalker.

"Ivan," Arkanos called with a hint to excitement in his voice. "It's nice to see you back."