[Day 3]
Monolith headquarters.
In a grand hall dimly lit by a large chandelier, twenty people sat on ten golden thrones set along the sides of the hall, with a large empty throne at the end of the corridor.
The throne was jet black in colour and was significantly larger than the golden thrones that were present in the room. It was clear to whom the throne belonged to.
There were approximately twenty people in the room, and they all looked at each other with expressions that conveyed cold calculation and hostility.
"Is everyone here?"
Mo Jinhao, who was seated on the throne that was adjacent to the one that was situated in the centre of the room, was the first person to speak as his grey eyes swept over the entirety of the room.
He crossed his legs and rested his arms over his legs.
"Everyone should already know why we have gathered today, no?"
"…when is the leader coming?"
