The figure walked towards the bridge. He was dressed in commoner clothing today, and disguised his face with a few cosmetic items. This made him look brunette instead of blonde, and gave him a bit of an older look.
In truth, he was Prince Zanac Varleon Igana Ryle Vaiself, second prince of the Re-Estize Kingdom.
This was a short stone bridge to the south of E-Rantel, extending over a water intake, and the person he was meeting here-
The cloaked, hooded figure stopped next to the Prince. They soon looked at the same viewpoint from the bridge, that of the capital of Re-Estize, which can be seen just barely.
"So, have you decided on an answer to my proposal?" The figure spoke.
"I've certainly gave it much thought. But what are the exact terms." Zanac asked.
"I will ruin this country, and you will put it back together while cooperating with me in the shadows. You get to look like a hero, and rule the Kingdom, and I get my resources and money from you." The man whole took off the hood spoke.
He was a giant, bald man. Tattoos of beasts appeared all over his body. A panther on the legs, a falcon on the back, a rhino on his arms, a buffalo on the chest, and a lion on the head. Of course, most of this could not be seen thanks to the cloak, save for the lion.
Zanac looked at the man's eyes to see a cold glint belonging to a seasoned warrior, and turned back to the capital.
"And you will kill my older brother for me?" He asked.
"Yes. I can kill your father too." The figure made Zanac tense.
"That would leave you as the sole royalty. Crown Prince Zanac. Doesn't that sound nice?" Battle Demon Zero leaned near Zanac.
"V-very well. We'll go on with the plan." Zanac replied, setting a series of pins in motion.
Elsewhere, in the Slane Theocracy.
The group gathered. The Captain spoke in a rallying tone.
"Black Scripture! We have been given the task of retrieving one of our own! The Thousand Leagues Astrologer has been taken!" The Captain raised his spear in a commanding way.
"Let our enemies feel the wrath of the Theocracy's Strongest Scripture!"
With this declaration, the forces of the Black Scripture exited the Gates leading to the Theocracy's Capital, and set course towards the Forest Of Tob.