Core district of the City of Injustice.
Skyscrapers stood tall, with the headquarters of the Desolate Bone Corps occupying one of the buildings.
Top-floor meeting room.
Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the entire city gradually lit up under the onset of dusk, resembling a sprawling galaxy.
However, this magnificent scenery.
At this moment, could not bring any warmth to the meeting room.
The indoor lighting was dim.
Only the neon from outside outlined a solitary figure.
He was shrouded in a large black robe, seemingly merging with the shadows below, silently overlooking the city beneath him.
The meeting room door was suddenly flung open, breaking the dead silence.
A group of figures entered in single file, their steps imbued with an unmistakable anxiety and a travel-weary atmosphere.
The black robes they wore varied in style.
Yet without exception, they emanated the aura of Tier Three Martial Saint or Apostle.
