Act 3

A silence seizes the meeting room and in an instant the celebration turns into a war council room. The Duchess makes a sign to her servants and the vast majority of them leave, the court of Belksasar remains, the Duchess, the messenger and the fire-haired vampire who never leaves her.

The Man whispers a few words, and the banquet disappears and gives rise to a map of the abyss level, which changes slightly and constantly due to the chaos that inhabits this plane. He speaks to the court "My name is Gariel, and my duty is to serve and protect Ambrosia, The Duchess of the place."

The messenger approaches the table with his head bowed out of respect for his masters. "They are coming to attack us from the heavenly planes." Sindriel looks uncomfortable and pretends that he does not care about the news, the messenger continues, “They are guardians of the balance who fear for the destruction of the gods and that little by little existence itself is consumed, we believe that no god has sent them, they act with free will.” The Duchess interrupts him, “That damn balance is overrated, we need chaos to live”.

The messenger says “Pardon, but that's not all, from the material plane comes a group of invaders, apparently they dedicated themselves to devastate lands and obtained an ancestral power and now they can travel between planes, they have come very close to here and simply want to attack the fortress animated by their streak of victory and blood " Baharoosh says angrily "we left the peoples abandoned by the gods alone and now we see how the power of the enemy grew, I hope this alliance is as fruitful as that of the faithful peoples would have been of the material plane.”

Ambrosia looks towards the balcony while walking slowly, “I think my creatures of the night can take care of those angels, it will be easier if we can all take to the skies. In the meantime, you should take care of that group of invaders, I do not doubt that they are powerful, but their confidence is their weakest point.”