AUTHOR POV
"Sir, everything is ready," the scared-faced man in a black mask said, bowing low. "But we are waiting for the right time to mobilise."
A heavy silence followed.
The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from a single dim lantern placed against the stone walls. Stretching out the shadow of the two people in it, dancing across the floor like they had a life of their own.
"Good," the man seated in the darkness finally spoke.
His voice was calm.
"But we still have one more thing to do."
The masked man hesitated for a brief second before lifting his head slightly, though he didn't dare look directly at him.
"My lord?" he asked cautiously.
A faint sound echoed through the room… not quite a laugh, but something close to it.
"Preparation,"
