The abandoned warehouse loomed over the edge of the industrial zone, its broken windows staring blankly into darkness. It seemed, from the outside, like all the other abandoned buildings in this part of the city. But far below its concrete pillars, in the rooms that existed inside the warehouse, something ancient stirred.Thirteen figures knelt in a perfect circle on the cold stone floor. Their black robes rustled silently in the night air as they stood with heads bowed in reverence. The candles cast pools of flickering light around the room, the flame dancing even in the absence of wind. The light which they gave seemed unnatural somehow, casting shadows which moved on their own with no care for their source.In the center of the circle stood a fourteen figure dressed also clothed in black. She, unlike the others, emanate a sense of superiority that spread to all corners of the room. Her voice, whenever she did speak to them, was heavy as centuries."My faithful servants," she starte
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