"Grath'Mekhai! I propose we kill them to send a message. This could all be a plot by those savages,"
Urz'Vekk, head of the Vorr'Taal, the elite warriors in charge of the coven's main fighting force, said as he rose to his feet.
He was a large man. Broad. But his most distinct traits were the black horns that jutted out of his skull and the wings folded across his back.
His eyes were red slits, and they were fixed firmly on the coven head.
This was the space Malakai had just left with Grunde.
The other Gor'Mekhai had already cleared out, leaving only the coven's elders behind to discuss. And if it wasn't already obvious, the air was tense.
"I agree with Urz'Vekk," Skor'Fenn added. He was the head of the Fleshgnarls, the warriors who maintained order within the coven.
He was bulkier, even more so than Urz'Vekk. His hands were huge, his entire body covered in fur like a bear. His yellow eyes were fierce, and his voice sounded like a low growl.
