[OP: ]
A corner of the island of magic's wealth.
Under a deep crimson light born from the eyes of a lizard as small as a person's finger, a cave was being illuminated.
{ … }
Standing under this crimson light, twelve figures were glaring at a transparent glass cube. Their eyes devoid of any whiteness, their pale face covered under a hood, their emotionless expressions somehow giving a hint of unease.
{ What is the meaning of this silence? }
A strange voice was resonating throughout the dark cave, a sinister voice filled with darkness.
{ Answer my question! What is the meaning of this! }
Originating from the glass cube, this voice was aimed at the rest of the individuals downed in a black energy… a sticky black energy that produced disgust at the very first sight of it.
-Ooooooooooooooong!
{ Speak! }
The twelve were silent, even after hearing the voice coming from the cube, they couldn't speak anything.
