In a decrepited building, the messenger sorcerer who met Dabura was walking silently. The roof were dripping wet, with huge droplets falling on the drenched floor. Around the poorly lit corners, shadows drift in ghastly forms. Their eyes look intently at each of his movements.
After walking for a while he was infront of a half finished room. Only it walls and roof were built, the places where the door and windows should be were left empty.
There in that engulf by darkness, someone was seating over a sofa. His hand move up and down polishing the edge of a sword. When the moonlight fell on the sword and reflected did his face came to view.
"What did Dabura said?" Megumi asked.
"Nothing. He kept silent but I'm sure he will soon join forces with us." the Sanso replied.
Megumi lifted his sword. The moonlight hit it and it shone feebly.
"Is the great gathering happening soon?" Sanso asked.
"No. There is still a lot of things to be prepared. We have just started" Megumi stood up.
"I'm going to meet an old friend of mine tomorrow. I will inform you what to be done later." He said and disappeared into the stairs.