*A Darkness seems to cloud the mind of the Undead, their already dim telepathic link seeming to disappear. Heading to the Nexus, they see the three figures known as Wrothgar, Fyrste, and Wrath, sitting around the Altar.*
*Wrath, setting his staff aside, speaks out towards the small group.*
“The distance between you and the Dark Lord has grown too deep, and the contact has been all but removed. After a consultation between the previous Overlord and High Prophet, we have decided the best point of action. Iblees has chosen one person to contact personally, which is myself, and with that, we have created a Triumvirate, consisting of Fyrste, Wrothgar, and myself. We have gone back to our roots, bringing our Ranks back to how they were when we were our strongest. With this reformation, To further cleanse ourselves, we have banished the Undead who have outlived their purpose. Now, be gone.”
*You slowly leave the chamber, wondering what changes will erupt from this.*
((By: AllenTheGreat))