In a large conference room, several individuals—vimodial contractors—could be seen seated across a large table.
Each of them had profound temperaments. However, they bore gazes of respect towards a particular striking individual seated at the edge of the table.
The figure was a female, an elf.
"Slycer, how are the preparations going?" she asked, gaze directed towards one particular individual.
All eyes in the room landed on the fellow, eager for a response.
Slycer was calm. He had executed his orders well. There was no need to be nervous. He replied,
"Lord Salarsa, everything is under perfect control." He furthered, "The plan is proceeding smoothly. The teleportation gates we are constructing will be able to lead us directly into the heart of Atlantis immediately."
