In a hidden valley, deep underground, the Master’s lair stood unyielding and impervious. Its hallowed halls echoed with the clamor of ancient chants, and the air pulsated with palpable tension. It was one of his many hiding places.
Whispers threaded the chilly air, though no one was speaking. Every corner of the vast chamber seemed alive, shadows flickering and shifting just out of focus. The silence was heavy with secrets, each clamoring to be heard yet remaining elusive. This was Solstace’s realm, his fortress of solitude and power.
That evening, Solstace summoned his trusted lieutenant, Dimitri, for an urgent meeting. Dimitri had been with Solstace for as long as he could remember, an essential cog in the dark machinery of his plans.
“Sit,” Solstace commanded, echoing ominously throu
