Everyone was clad in bone-decorated tight-fitting outfits or armor, exuding a fierce aura.
Yet at this moment, they sat as still as statues, eyes fixed on their noses, noses pointing to their hearts, even their breathing deliberately lightened.
The head of the meeting table.
Sitting there was a figure entirely enveloped in a voluminous black robe.
His posture appeared unusually relaxed, even somewhat lazy.
His legs were crossed, casually resting at the edge of the smooth meeting table.
The shadow of the hood drooped deeply, completely concealing his face, with only the robe's outline suggesting he was not particularly tall.
Time slipped away in silence.
Only the monotonous "tick-tock" sound emanated from the giant mechanical clock on the wall.
Buzz... buzz...
A slight buzzing sound broke the dead silence.
It was a phone.
A hand covered in black leather gloves extended from under the robe, picking up the phone on the table.
