Changing strategy wold be the key to his victory, The Overlord believed wholeheartedly. At least, with whatever heart he had left.

He stood tall and proud, entering the room that housed the round table, all the crystal council seated on the circular chair.

A council he had gathered himself, made of villains and whoever else that could suffice. Not like he cared for any of them.

All pawns to his ultimate goal.

A goal he thought possible. It seemed the embodiment of darkness could be naïve.