A Destined Massacre 1

Deep within the massively wide territory of the Immortal Gate, an elderly man, gowned in a long black ancient robe, floated in a courtyard in a lotus position as he meditated with closed eyes. The elder man had short grey hair, a beard, and an elderly masculine face. The man had a slim physique and broad shoulders.

Suddenly, the elderly figure frowned as if annoyed while tensing his jaw; opening his lips, he spoke.

"Speak!"

The elderly man's heavy voice reverberated throughout the scene as it caused the space to tremble. Suddenly, an Arkmenian with six wings appeared from the void and knelt before the floating elder; he had a face of anxiety as he spoke with an anxious tone. (Note: All Arkmenians are speaking Arkmenia)