When Chaos came back into his home, he had three more dark elves with him. Alpha reached for his blade naturally to defend himself and his friend, but found himself grasping at the air and staring at the ashes on the floor.

"It's okay, Alpha. These guys are our allies. They share our beliefs. These are the few I recruited to prepare for the movement."

"The movement?" Alpha asked.

"Yes, the first step in the Drow reform. Step one. Overthrow the dictating Elder."

Alpha gave Chaos another wide eyed look. He couldn't believe what he was saying.

"You want us to do what? You can't just take over an entire race just like that!"

Chaos started tapping his foot. "Have you tried?"

Alpha realizing he fell into the same trap as before retaliated "It's common sense!"

"Courage is the magic that turns dreams into reality. We'll never find out unless we try" Chaos said confidently.

"Delta, Epsilon. Take a seat over there please. We'll discuss our plans shortly. The action shall take place exactly one year from this date."

Alpha sighed. "Can I at least have a weapon…?"

Delta threw a long sword made of pure stainless steel in a moment's notice.

"Thanks…" Alpha said as he narrowly avoided his death.

"Gather around the table everyone; we haven't a moment to spare." Chaos stated.