"I can't wait for them to do that, master."
The Weaver of Destiny flashed a malicious smile and said:
"The Mejewa Clan has encountered great calamities, and the other Shadow Elf families should feel threatened and pressured too. Believe me, master, my kin are a bunch of bastards who won't shed tears until they see their coffins. Until they're truly threatened, don't count on them accomplishing anything.
Divination takes a bit of time, my master. Up next, let your warriors continue to hunt on this polluted battlefield ruin.
The seeds of power sown by the Lord of Darkness are definitely not limited to what we see in front of us. That guy is cunning; it had a backup plan ready before being banished to the Star Realm.
And given its hatred for you, I feel you should be prepared in advance.
Soon, perhaps, a heretical sect similar to the Baphomet Nightmare Church will be established, and one of their goals will undoubtedly be to claim your head for their god."
