A group of men stood at the edge of a steep cliff.
Below them, the land still glowed faintly as flashes of holy light slowly dispersed the clouds that had once trapped an ominous and suffocating power. The wind howled softly, carrying the smell of burnt earth and lingering despair.
"Tsk."
One of the men clicked his tongue sharply.
"It completely went off track."
He clenched his fists, veins bulging as he stared at the fading light.
"Years of investment, for such a result," he growled through gritted teeth.
"Mark… you really are a son of a bitch. You hid so deeply and planned so many things, yet you still got fucked over by something so silly."
He spat to the side in anger, the sound sharp in the quiet air.
"Chee."
Another figure spoke calmly from behind.
"I don't think he was that incompetent."
The others turned.
