IN A VERY SECRET PLACE
"Today is the joyous day for us, as we have gained a Grand Lord," said the old Werewolf with a big smile on its face. "Come, Grand Lord Faxre, and take your rightful place in a coven," said the old Werewolf.
A moment later, a Lizardman with blue scales walked into the conference, bearing the powerful lacerating aura of ice that was faintly leaking out of its body. It is clear that it had yet to fully gain control over its colossal strength.
"Thank you, my lords," said the Lizardman and bowed to the old Werewolf before taking a seat at the table.
The gesture surprised quite a lot of people, especially the bow so deep.
The power and influence of the old Werewolf are growing rapidly, and that unwillingly made many pledge allegiance to it. If it had been just its power, they would not have bowed, even come together to oust it and even kill it, like they have done before when the leader of the coven becomes too authoritative.
