Chapter 371: The Veiled Gathering
In a far land, hidden from the rest of the world ~
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In the concealed valley, cloaked in shadows and shrouded in secrecy, a hooded figure stood at the edge of the imposing cliff. Standing behind him were twelve other hooded figures, known as his most trusted followers who had been with him for over ten thousand years.
Below the high cliff, the dark army, a formidable force amassed over centuries, awaited his command. As the wind whispered through the desolate landscape, the hooded figure spoke and his deep voice resonated with determination.
"We all have waited way too long for this day," he proclaimed, his words echoing across the rocky expanse. "Now, it’s finally our turn to snatch back what should have belonged to us."
The dark army erupted in a cacophony of cheers, a symphony of allegiance that reverberated through the hidden valley. The hooded figure, a charismatic leader with voice filled with conviction, continued to address his devoted followers.
"We have lived in secrecy and fear all this time, and now, we will fight to earn our freedom from those who have looked down upon us and our magic."
The horde below responded with a fervor that sent chills through the air. A sea of dark figures, united by a shared desire for supremacy, stood as one against the oppression they had endured for centuries.
"We failed to make darkness rule ten thousand years ago," the hooded figure confessed, his voice a low growl, "but we are stronger and much more powerful now. This time, we will make sure that darkness will win and take over this entire world. We will rule this world together!"