While the Radiant Church's arrival in Eryndal injected a surge of hope into the human ranks, shadows stirred in the darkness. Lord Vortan, the enigmatic leader of the Phantom Assembly, was set to make his own move.
'Demons are on the rise, kingdoms are trembling… perfect time for opportunity,' Lord Vortan mused in his hidden sanctum, a predatory glint in his eyes. 'Time to see if we can make some… mutually beneficial arrangements.'
His plan was audacious, ambitious, and utterly characteristic of the Phantom Assembly's morally ambiguous nature. He intended to approach the mysterious demon commander, to open a dialogue, to propose an alliance.
'Conquest is always easier with allies,' Lord Vortan thought, stroking his chin thoughtfully. 'And who knows what these demons might offer? Territory? Power? Perhaps even… knowledge.'