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Shadows suddenly converged in front of the Progenitor, taking the shape of a man covered in black robes.
"My lord, things are prepared. The Horsemen have arrived through the Teleportation devises. Shall we prepare a feast for all four of you?" Wondered his servant.
"No, I don't have appetite." The Progenitor man spoke with a cold voice, suddenly turning into a mass of bats that flew across his enormous castle, in seconds, he emerged before three figures sitting around a rectangular table. They were accompanied by three other figures, their most trusted retainers.
The three figures looked simple at first sight, but at closer inspection, their very auras emanated enormously strong presences that would easily frighten somebody to death. Their distinctive crimson red eyes and skin as pale as candle wax was quite frightening. They resembled living corpses that had suddenly moved out of their graveyards and sat down here. The Progenitor was no exception to this rule.
