(Pre-Show) The Lobby

[Okor]

Okor chuckled, throwing his pestilential arms over his brothers' shoulders. "This would be... ideal. Sadly, it seems like we lack the... opportunity to do so now." He nodded in the direction of the construction, and the slowly ticking countdown clock. There was little time left. He cast his gaze around the room, skimming over the amorphous blob of the crowds, but, most importantly, the lone individuals separated from the herd. Those were the ones to watch, the ones who knew they were destined for more. At their lowest, they were nothing more than an egotistical killer, such as Victor. At best, they were worthy of a place in the Legions, willing to sacrifice their very souls for what was rightfully theirs. "But... The other competitors will have to... slumber, somewhere. Communal, without a doubt, as we will not be expected back for some time, no... sense, investing in personal rooms for all of a night.. No, we will be... stationed in some kind of barracks." He removed his arms from his brother's backs, leaving a thin film of slime where they were lain. Galel promptly wiped the filth from their body. "There is no... purpose in a frantic search for our foes at this point. We will all meet in the barracks shortly. Why don't we take this... opportunity to learn." He gestured towards the library, and began to shamble forward. Discovering the history of this weak realm would give them the all they needed to conquer it. These people's weaknesses, their vices, their foes. It was astounding how much the living could learn from the dead. And the Legions had learned oh-so-very-much.