The dark, red, eyes glared from the mist.
“My patience is growing thin, Warlock.”
The tiefling squirmed uncomfortably.
“I understand, Lord. The plans are nearly complete. We will move tomorrow.”
“What about any potential obstacles? Are you certain all will be there?”
“Yes, Lord. I am quite certain.”
“Very well.” At this, the eyes narrowed in anticipation. “Soon, all will be as it should be. Go now! Lead my legions! Leave nothing alive! Destroy Astoria!”