A few minutes earlier, at a location that was known only to a handful in the continent of Angaria.
A man with a sharp goatee and long, brown hair that fell to his shoulders was sitting in front of a table, on which a display trinket could be seen.
A cup filled with steaming liquid was in front of him, and he occasionally took sips from it before dabbing his mouth with the kerchief he held in his other hand, each and every time.
He was the very image of an elite personage whose habits and mannerisms were above and beyond those of the normal people who couldn't even prehend his prestige, but when an unseen, but detectable being suddenly appeared in the room he was in, he stood up and gave a deep bow.
With his eyes on the ground, he said, "The Family Head of the Leoinia family greets you, Overseer."
"Wele, Family Head. Take your seat."
It was only after an unemotional voice said these words that the man let out the breath he was holding and sat on the seat that he had gotten up from.
He was one of the strongest Heroes of the continent, part of the hidden force of elders who had never shown their power even once, but still, in front of this being, he would only show the utmost respect.
Was it because the being held his life, and those of his family within its palms? Or was it the unfathomable feeling that he always got whenever he used his senses to probe it, even though he was never supposed to do so?
Perhaps it was both, in equal parts, but as the Overseer began to speak again, all these thoughts flew out of the Family Head's mind.
"Your son is in position?"
"Yes. I have replaced the one who handled things until now with someone who is much more reliable. He has never failed our family or the Order, and he will not do so now. I expect there to be a very fruitful massacre. He has also e up with many ideas to make it much more effective than it would have been normally, and I trust that you will appreciate his zeal and enthusiasm."
As always, there was no response, so the Family Head continued.
It was actually worse because usually, there would at least be that body filled with faces which he could look at while speaking. Right now, though, there was nothing but the voice, so the Family Head could only look straight ahead, even though there was nothing but the wall there.
"As you have manded, we took time to survey the Kingdom and locate a place where the majority of individuals leave their homes to take care of work either outside their place of residence, or in neighboring villages and towns. As you said, the goal was to find a general area where the explosions would result in the majority of casualties being children and elderly individuals, who are both useless to our cause at the present, because the past and the future of the Central Continent is irrelevant in front of the War which will devastate it anyway, and necessary in case we want to bring out the most emotions in those who will be absent when the event occurs. We have timed it so that the explosions will take place at around darkness begins to fall over the continent, which is the typically the time when all those have headed out to work start to head back home. The objective is also to make sure that they return to a scene where their families have died, whereas those who have been 'lucky' enough to survive will be hunted, tortured and killed by the 'agents of the Church', who have been imitated quite accurately. Any time now, my son will arrive at the scene and activate the munication eye so that we can see all of this happen."
"Good."
'A single word. Dammit, would it kill you to appreciate us just a little bit? We're killing hundreds of thousands for YOU! Without telling anyone else! If there was such a thing as karma, our family will be tainted for generations! But all we get is a 'good'?!'
These thoughts appeared in the Family Head's mind, but he spoke none of them out loud. In fact, he even put on a fake smile as if he was pleased, but looking at himself in the mirror in the room and seeing how unpleasant it looked, he removed it and took another sip of the liquid that was still steaming in the cup in front of him.
They waited in silence, for the Overseer had never been a chatty person. He could still feel him nearby- like an invisible vulture bending over his shoulder, waiting for the time to e so that it could feast on the death and destruction that was going to be caused.
After a minute, the Family Head frowned because his son should have activated the munication eye by now.
A strange feeling creeping up his spine, he contacted the kid and was greeted by a message that made him stand up abruptly.
"Father, it failed! Something made all the citizens who were supposed to be in their homes vacate them and go somewhere else! What should we do now? I can just start killing with magic! Give me the word, I know where they are! I'll go over there and begin!"
The Family Head got a dazed expression on his face, unable to believe what he was hearing.
What the f*ck? Could anyone really be that lucky?
No! That was impossible!
After further thought, he directly picked up the fear in his son's voice, which told him what the kid had been trying to hide.
He…had failed.
"What is it?
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