Blackfeather Woods here on the nineteenth floor, the neon lights make me calm

The stranger's beguiling, cheshire grin flashes in malicious nature, as if born out of the depths of dark woods itself; the crooked smile charged by a body who offered skills Vaati would not refuse. "Good." He nods affirmatively, visually satisfied with the answer. The stranger showed promise, perhaps too much of it, but raw potential nonetheless. Quite blatantly, the machiavellian man seemed to hold an unforgiving disposition for bloodlust; the stuff Blackfeather Woods had been born out of and culled amidst the darkness. "You start today. There is a war coming, fight and kill and we will see how well your talents are put to use." The titan does not say so condescendingly, Vaati means every word he says in hard truth. They are due for a bloody one, ruled by dirty tricks and governed by chaos. Perhaps, had the dark woods existed in the state they had been in months prior, there would be no cause to fight for and no reason to do so. They had lived off reputation only with very little evidence to back up their claims of being eternally supreme in the face of all others. No longer would the claim be by reputation only; they would live up to their expectations if Vaati had to grip them by the necks and threaten achievement out of them as no Dark Master had done before.