"Yes! It's my time. I told them they would regret crossing me." One of the shadow men walked into the cave-like area. It was a dark bare room. A black leather couch was just behind him as he wore the wood floor raw. Only candelabras on the wall gave any light. "Is she here?" "Yes, Lord Shadow." These were his followers, and he demanded loyalty as he recruited them.He turned to see out to nothing in particular in the vast darkness and smiled. "Thank you, stay close. Griffith and Talon will not let go without a fight." "Yes, Lord Shadow." He heard the shadow leave. He rather enjoyed being called Lord Shadow. It was so ironic he let his lips form a genuine smile. Now he needed to practice that smile for his Nessa. Nightcore has his chance in influencing his betrothed but she doesn't know.