Six months later, in a high-end entertainment venue in Miami, Hoffman hurriedly ran in and pushed open the door to a hidden meeting room.
"Sect Hierarch, everything on this side of Florida is ready as per your plan, and can be initiated at any moment."
Hoffman found a seat and sat down, his face full of respect.
Apart from him, there were dozens of others scattered around the long conference table, each exuding the same mysterious and eerie aura as he did.
Some had emaciated bodies with skin pale as vampires, some stood two meters tall, covered in black fur, their jaws elongated with sharp canine teeth, and others held magic wands embedded with skulls, resembling sinister medieval wizards.
But without exception, everyone wore the same uniform, indicating they belonged to the same organization, with a logo on their attire depicting a Mountain Sea Beast as large as a mountain, carrying wings and a solitary vortex eye.
