Oliver was sitting on his throne, and in front of him were ten people. They were six men and four women, all of them with three pairs of wings.
There were all sorts of things forming the wings of these people, with one even having what it seems like a tornado shaped wing.
These men and women were extremely handsome, and absolutely no flaw could be found in them.
Even though Oliver was the most powerful person in the room, they were not far behind, and by their attitude, you could see that although they respect him, they were not showing any sort of submission.
"Lord Oliver, does a mere invader force really need the ten of us leaving our current missions and come here. We are very close to finding the hiding place of the Fallen and once we do, we will be able to erase that plague from our world," The person who spoke was a four-meter tall man with a muscular body and wings made purely of blood.
