Cronos stood in a transparent room, its walls made out of glass. He tugged at his tie nervously, and drummed his fingers on his brief case as he waited. Beyond was a writhing, pitch black mass, swirling and swirling. Suddenly, a voice boomed. "The gate... How... Long... Until it... Is opened..." "The gate is built... Soon, it shall be opened." "And... How many... Have joined... You..." Cronos grins. "We have amassed quite an army on our side. Men aren't an issue." The voice let out a cold, mirthless laugh. "Good... Cronos... You have... Done well... Very... Well..." Cronos' grin faded. "But... A situation has risen. And a serious one indeed, I'm afraid." "What... Do... You speak... Of..." "The Four Horsemen, they ride freely. They have started... Disposing of... [i]Threats[/i]. We cannot take Offtopic, if it's destroyed first. Wouldn't you agree?" The room shook as the black mass swirled faster in rage. "Peace... Must be... Brought... At all... Costs... Cronos... Take care... Of this... Situation... Or we... Will... [i]Personally[/i]..." Then, silence. The mass sat still. The Thirteen were gone. "Very well, then. If I am to take care of this... I'll need the right man for the job." He walked out of the room, his footsteps echoing loudly.