*
“So... they managed to cure him. They’re clever children. That, I cannot deny.”
The Master was sitting on his throne once again, shrouded in darkness, while closely watching or examining a vision of the Bond of Light and the Protectors, which was floating in mid-air, right in front of him.
“Jason! Sabrina!” he called.
His two loyal servants came in straight after hearing their names, and knelt in front of their master’s throne.
“You called us, my Master?” Sabrina said.
“I did, Sabrina. Indeed,” the Master said, still looking at the vision floating in front of him.
A group hug. How... adorable.
“I called you in, because I believe it’s time for us to execute the Castle Clash,” he said. “And I want you two in charge of it.”
Jason smiled; clearly proud of the fact that his master was showing faith in him to lead an operation, but didn’t manage to gather the courage look up. “I am truly honoured, my Master,” he said. “We’ll make sure there’s no need for you to get your hands dirty; their numbers are declining every time we fight them. I’m sure we can eliminate them all before they can complete the Ritual.”
“I have no doubt in your abilities,” the Master said. “I’ll watch everything closely from a distance. When I, and only I think all else we have in store will fail, I’ll come help you to make sure it won’t.”
He rose up from his throne, spreading his arms forward toward the door. “Now, go, lead your troops to the castle! Make sure those Guardians are soon-to-be history!”
Jason and Sabrina nodded at their master as they stood up and left, shutting the heavy throne room doors behind them, leaving the Master alone to watch his vision of the Guardians in peace.
As he watched them travel while laughing and talking, something resembling anger and hate boiled up inside him. They were foolish teenagers, and that’s all they’d ever be. They were no match for him or his power; they’d be crushed as if they were annoying bugs underneath his boot.
“It’s about time someone put a stop to their shenanigans once and for all; and I believe that I’m the best possible man on the job.”
Although the Master wasn’t fond of showing his emotions, he could clearly feel the frustration boiling inside of him, making it hard for him to stay calm.
He should’ve taken more risks; he should’ve gone out into the lighter Realms of Lunaria to take these children out himself. The forces he’d set up in these Realms to do it for him clearly weren’t competent enough to do so.
But there was nothing left to do about it now. He’d have to count on his two most loyal servants; only if they failed, he’d have to solve the problem himself.
After all, how hard could it possibly be to take out just one of them? If they were with four, they wouldn’t be able to complete the ritual.
They were with only eight left. The Shadow Walkers and Evil Spirits were now stronger than ever; they could be outnumbered easily. It’d be an easy job... if done right.
And doing it right was what seemed to be the problem with his servants. But soon they’d learn; they would teach those pesky Guardians a lesson.
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