Dracel was sitting on a throne made out of wood and leather. He was wearing his usual black coat but without a shirt underneath, as expected, a pair of dark trousers, a thin belt with a crux in it and a set of armor-like boots. He had just had his morning ritual of "happy time" and was waiting his top soldiers and lieutenants to appear before him on the grand hall of the monstrous palace complex. He had ordered them to report to him on his army's current statues and the other relationships with the other races. He also wanted to share with them the possibility to become an Alpha like him and become his second-in-command.