Conspiracy

"Respected commander! I think we should take action!" Lidilias stood humbly before Khamûl, lowering his head as he spoke respectfully. His hoarse voice sounded like rusted iron scraping together, making one's mind sink.

"We cannot allow them to gain another Dragon Knight! They are already far too troublesome! As far as we know, they already have four Dragon Knights! One suspected to be an earth- or light-element Dragon Knight, a Thunder Dragon Knight, a Storm Dragon Knight, and a Fire Dragon Knight! And now they are about to add a Demon Dragon Knight..." Lidilias said quietly.

"Sernal, what do you think?" Khamûl turned his gaze toward Sernal, who stood solemnly nearby. The brooding Nazgûl radiated a dense aura of death, making others shudder and instinctively keep their distance.

"Me? I follow your will! But I must point out that there is basically no chance to intercept and kill this Dragon Knight unless Mordor's Nine Nazgûl or other Nazgûl from Gundabad join forces with us!" Sernal said calmly.

"Their Sage is frightening. We must account for that variable!" Khamûl nodded, agreeing with Sernal. A powerful Sage could accomplish many things, and if they fell into his rhythm, even mighty Nazgûl would have to pay a painful price!

"However, we truly cannot allow them to keep growing stronger! Our lord will soon return, and Middle-earth will once again fall under our rule. It is time to weaken these stumbling blocks!" Khamûl spoke after a moment of silence. During the period when Sauron had been hiding away like a coward, mighty Gondor had declined into a rotten mess of nobles. Denethor II, its only ruler capable of restoring its former glory, was still leveling up. The Elves and Dwarves were even worse off; a thousand years of continual bloodletting had nearly turned the