It has been so long since I've last seen you, Eira, fitting that I be here on the day you look to take the throne, Dardanos thought to himself as he sat upon the stone bed that was covered in a layer of leather hide and hay for warmth. The cell he was in had been emptied for the coronation, along with the rest of the dungeon. This left him isolated and alone, just the way he preferred to be, and gave him time to think on his current situation. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he found himself inside the kingdom he had sought out for so long. It was his lust for the power that was held here that caused the war between his kingdom and the light kingdom, Argus. They understood that if Ciarduh and Eirwen were brought under the reigns of Dardanos, all would be lost to his will, thus they willingly sacrificed all they had to stop him, which ended with their total destruction but he was indeed halted in his attempt to seize control.<br/><br/>A thunderous laugh came from the bellows of this meat puppet as Dardanos sprang up from his seat, "Fools," he yelled out to the void, "to think you gave your lives to stop me, only to postpone my triumph. It is my destiny to rule these lands and none shall stand in my way else fall to the same fate as Argus!." His arms are thrust above his head as his laughter shakes the walls around him. After a few moments his arms fall back to his side as his demeanor changes, a scowl on his face that could cut through steel as he thought about Eira and her ability to interfere with his rise to unlimited power. "You," he spoke outward, "you, Eira, are the only one who stands in my way. But even you will eventually bow before me or perish."<br/><br/>The sound of footsteps approaching the dungeon entrance echoed off the walls as the dark lord fell silent, curious as to who would be coming in. He was sure that Meuric would have taken longer to arrive, figuring that the guards were preoccupied with preparing for the coronation. Sure enough, it was Meuric stepping in through the door, dismissing the guards that had accompanied him here. It was obvious that the man knew his lord right away and Dardanos looked through the man as he spoke before replying.<br/><br/>"As a matter of fact," he began, the voice of his possessed body masking his own, "I came here to see you, Meuric. It has come to my attention that you have been sneaking around quite a bit as of late, leaving the eyes of my scouts and then returning some time later. You've got me curious as to what it is you have planned, though I cannot say it has entirely escaped me. You are a man that seeks power, just the same as me, this is obvious and partly the reason I came to you. I also know that you are quite intelligent in many ways, however, I am afraid you may be underestimating your target this time. If you seek the throne, you have my blessing, for the time being, but know this; Eira is much more powerful than you can imagine and whatever it is you have planned you better be ready to deal with her. I cannot assist you in my current state as I am still far too weak to attempt any sort of battle with her and risk her knowing of my presence." He pauses briefly to let his words soak in, breathing in heavily before speaking once more, "But if you ever attempt to try something like this again without seeking my consent first, I will rip your soul from your flesh in as painful a manner as I can. Do you understand, Meuric?"