In the darkness of the night, few things could be darker. Two beings are standing side by side, hooded and cloaked; watching the sky in the dark of night. Nothing to be seen around them except the grey sky hanging over them.The stars sparkled and delivered the minute illumination that was barely of use in the void that lay ahead. The grass was moist, and the trees stood tall and confident, while marking the passage for the duo, or maybe confusing them. The thick branches spread wildly affront with wet leaves hanging and slapping the figures as they pierced them to make way for their march. The wind was dry and chilly yet howled violently in the thick blanket of gloom that covered the duo. However, both men had dark souls resting within them, and that gloomy night was nothing short of a blessing, as they relished their walk in the night that would have certainly strike as harrowing to every sane mind. One began pacing, moving from one side to the other. "Can you stop?" the unmoving companion requested. "The meta-anthropoid is belated, his presence overdue," the other figure muttered. "What?""It is past the witching hour; I expected better from the inaugurator of this devious machination." "Your constant jittering won't make him come any faster, one eye," the other said in a menacing tone.