Stepping into the grand hall, multiple figures stood scattered about, their low murmurs filling the room. The moment the doors swung open, the voices died instantly.
A black-robed youth walked in and made his way unhurriedly to the throne at the far end of the hall.
Ulric seated himself calmly, leaned back, and swept his gaze across the room, instantly scanning every figure present.
All of them were D-rank beings. Normally secluded or buried in their clan's affairs, yet now they stood before him at his call.
Noting the different emblems and crests embroidered on their robes, Ulric gave a slight nod, recognizing their forces.
As he inspected them, the clan leaders lifted their gazes in turn. They couldn't hide the glint of surprise in their eyes.
They had heard the rumors, but it was still astounding to see such a young figure leading a clan, especially one said to wield an S-rank talent that had stirred such commotion.
