The suspense in the clast room crept on quietly. Everyone could smell the fear dripping from each others veins. As seconds ticked away like hours, Constan's cold stare continued to penetrate deep into everyones souls. He was sleuthing ceaselessly as he reigned on in triumph of his House; his race. The moment finally came when Constan finally spoke.
"I've had enough of them. Take them and deal them their justice. We have islands to conquer. Start prepping the Nether gates."
Without missing a beat all the gears, cogs and wheels snapped into motion. Feet were marching and arms were hauling.