Monarch Palace was now called the Dark Palace. Inside sat four people, the saintess Cheryl, the Great Elder Garth, the Second Elder Jelun, and the Third Elder Logan.
Now that there were no outsiders or followers present, they had taken off their masks and hats. After all, these things were only needed when facing outsiders.
Garth was seated at the head of the table, which was traditionally the leader‘s seat.
With a light chuckle, he remarked wistfully, "If Raul succeeds this time, we'll become the rulers of the entire world. From then on, no one will be able to challenge us, and we will surely reign forever. Everyone, I want to congratulate you all in advance."
Cheryl remained expressionless, as if she hadn't heard anything. Jelun and Logan wore smiles on their faces, but they were scoffing inside. After all, they used to be equals or even considered slightly inferior. Now, however, Garth held the title of the Great Elder and had effectively taken control of the Dark World.
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