Deep within the depths of a secluded forest in the northern region of the Northern Kingdom, a hidden cave unveiled an underground factory and world filled with bustling mages going about their daily work.
Within one of the numerous buildings, the Sixth Elder of the Fridall clan lay in a state of distress, his attempts to cover his mouth failing as blood escaped from his lips.
"Elder!"
Two mages, positioned on either side, hurriedly rushed to his aid, alarmed by his deteriorating condition, However, he raised his hand, gesturing for them to stay back.
Taking a deep sigh, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand and scowled in frustration, His mission had not only failed completely, but it had also exposed their presence to the city they had attacked.
"If the Patriarch of the Gordons
