(ok peace out)
The brute shook his fur. "Pathetic elites you don't deserve to see truth you are filthy!" a Brute said. A hologram appeared in the middle of them it was regret. "Hello Darrek we saw your ship on root you." The hologram turned to the brutes. "Bring him to us or you will serve as the hungry prisoners next Meal!" He yelled slamming his fist onto his chair. "Yes Regret. Follow us scum," the brute said. Darrek and Drekken followed the two brutes into high charity. The halls were filled. Grunts ran around acting like children while elites and brutes fought and hunters just sat minding their own as well as the jackals.
After about ten minutes of walking they stopped. "Here we are elites," the brute said. A large door opened and steps led up to the three prophets truth, Regret and (other prophets name here) were all there. They were accompanied by an unliked guest Tartarus. Drekken gave him a glare there had always been bad blood between them. The two elites walked up to the platform that the prophets were on and bowed. "Rise my elites rise," Truth said. The two stood up. "Now what is it you need Darrek?"