Chaos... The leader of the Anrufe... Right? But Chaos was not on Fort Cloud. And Chaos was not alone -- he was never alone. The Anrufe was a bit more grand than Chaos Tyris... It's scope was far too wide to be controlled by someone so... Weak.
Deep within the underground of Fort Cloud, there were... Whispers. In the darkest confines in one of the most secure parts of the fort, there it rested, well hidden in the darkness as it spoke to the men gathered before it. And it could not be mistaken... It was strong.
"Yes, my dears," it's voice spoke, creaky and in a genderless voice, somewhere between the range of a young boy and a grown woman. "The day approaches soon... The day that he returns, my dears. The day that we eliminate that one. The day that we... Take this plane for our own. The pawns are falling quite into place... And soon, it shall be time... To rise up and reveal ourselves."
Laughter. Laughter echoed the room.
Something menacing lurked there, in the shadows of the snake's bite. Something... Dark. And it was growing stronger.
