The figures varied in height and age; there were both men and women, all distinctly different.
However, the one thing they had in common was that they were all dressed in black robes, their bodies exuding a fierce aura.
Clearly, these individuals were not familiar with each other, despite being gathered in the same place. They formed groups, the largest consisting of more than twenty people while the smallest had only two.
Yet, they clearly knew who the others were. Even though they were close in proximity, they only cautiously sized each other up and then patiently waited.
Soon after, a figure clad in a red robe swept in from afar, arriving in just a moment.
He carried a powerful presence, as if a heavy stone had landed, causing the ground beneath everyone's feet to tremble thrice.
As he stood before everyone, he raised his hand, and suddenly, a flaming "8" appeared before him.
Upon seeing this, everyone paused, then bowed neatly, "My lord."
