This is a grand hall.
The hall seems as if even light cannot penetrate it, presenting an air of darkness.
At the foremost position of the grand hall, a tall and majestic figure sits, enveloped in a mist as thick as ink, making it impossible for anyone to see his true face and aura.
Inside the grand hall, numerous figures are kneeling in the dark.
Without exception, they all wear black robes, with their faces covered by black masks, as if they are part of the darkness, blending in seamlessly with the gloom.
The entire hall is filled with an oppressive and silent atmosphere, interrupted only by the occasional sound of wailing winds echoing through every inch of space.
"Speak."
From within the ink-like black mist, a pair of deep eyes open, and his voice is low and authoritative, reverberating through every inch of the hall despite not being particularly loud.
As his words fall, the soul-freezing eyes gaze coldly down from the heavens, fixating on the kneeling figure below.
