In his dimly lit office, Viktor Drakenov sat behind an imposing mahogany desk, engrossed in a stack of confidential documents. The soft glow of candlelight danced across his stern visage as he meticulously reviewed the recent accomplishments of his Ebondrake Harbingers. As he was deep in thought, a gentle knock echoed through the room. "Enter." He said in his gruff, gravely voice.