The Crimson Blades

A wind blew across the frosty mountain. The brick building in which Dolion and his men stood began to waver. Dolion pushed back his dark brown hair as he entered a foreboding room. Dolion felt an evil presence fill the room, but no worse than his ice-cold heart. He knew this would be the defining moment for the future of Iridia.

Dolion reached an empty desk in the room, where he struck the ground with a rod. Black smoke began to swell around the desk at that moment. The smoke started to form into a being. A mask with bright red eyes shined through the smoke. Then, the smoke settled, and a man with a black and red cloak appeared.

“So, have you brought what I require?” The man asked.

“I have, my lord. My men found the pamphlet weeks ago, but I have been held up with the planning,” Dolion replied.

"Hmm— so then the plans will take place soon. I assume that you are prepared for this new age to happen. Correct?” The man replied.

“I am, Sir! I have devoted my entire life to helping start this new era in human history,” Dolion answered.