Interior of a dilapidated building illuminated by dim magical lights.
Out of respect, the duke restrained his urge to cover his nose, as the man in the black robe gave off a foul odor.
-Welcome, Duke Venzariac. We belong to Inquisiderian.
One of the men in robes handed the duke a box containing a potion.
-What is this? -asked the Duke as he opened the box and saw the crystalline, almost iridescent potion.
-Power. With this, you will be able to reach the seventh rank and lead your army across the borders to achieve your revenge. -said the man in the black robe and hood.
-Nothing is free. Tell me, what do you want in return? -asked the duke without hesitation, since he only wanted revenge and did not care who his ally would be as long as they helped him achieve his goal.
