Draco calmly glanced at the two people before him who wore black robes with white stripes. Despite looking mature, they looked to be in their late twenties at best and could definitely be seen partying and having fun in clubs if they were normies.
What belied their age was the look of vicissitudes in their eyes that showed that despite having a long lifespan, it didn't make the 24 hours of each day any shorter. Their features also bore a slight resemblance, hinting at a shared heritage that spanned generations.
These were the leaders of the clan, the remnants of a once-proud lineage that had weathered the storms of time. Draco felt that they were a bit pathetic and lacking a certain aura that would make them rulers of the world.
