Interlude: Competition?

“Everything on your end has going smoothly?” Hallow asked facing a viewscreen.

“Yes. My soldiers have improved vastly thanks to your help.” A voice on the other side of the viewscreen answered.

“Good. Now don’t forget to be patient. All this effort would be for naught if something goes wrong.” Hallow said, almost like a teacher lecturing a student.

“They will stand down for now. But they won’t forever.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be free to do what you want in a few years. I just need you to play nice and stay quiet for just a little while longer.” Hallow assured.

“Have those in the divine realm caught wind of our growing power?”

“No, of course not. As per the deal. They are none the wiser.”

“You best not betray me trickster.” The voice on the other side threatened.

“Oh I would never.” Hallow said giving a dramatic bow and closing his eyes.

“Hmm. I will see you later. I have matters to attend to.” The voice said before shutting off the communication.

As Hallow stood himself up he opened his eyes and rolled his neck. His glowing white eyes glowed brighter for a moment.

“Trickster. Now that’s doesn’t stop getting funny upon hearing.” Hallow said with sneer.

As he turned away from the viewscreen he took in his surroundings. It was a simple dull room completely empty aside from the viewscreen, with the walls painted black.

“Well, I’m getting a bit bored. It would be fun to personally pay Bryson a little visit. Considering no one can stop me.” Hallow mused before pausing, “Huh, I spoke too soon it seems.”

Hallow felt a tremor through the realm. A tremor that he doubted that anyone but him felt. A small smile appeared on his face, “Finally. Who is it?” Hallow sang, though very quickly his bright smile turned into a scowl of disgust, “Him? Seriously? Are they mocking me?”

“Well, still no threat.” Hallow said disappointed, “Looks like I’m going to Strarth.”