Dark Mask's eyes were cold as he gazed at the members of the upper echelon of his faction. Without saying a word, he flew to the end of the hall and sat on a white throne, waving his hand to make the magma ceiling burn with heat even a Peak Wave King could not endure.
"We are to address the accusation of Old River against Silent Shadow for the charge of betrayal to the faction. Everybody take your positions."
Silent Shadow and Old River stood ten meters apart, each in front of a small podium, while the other Atroxs that were part of the jury stood on the left and right of Dark Mask's throne.
"Leader, allow me to express just how absurd this accusation is. I will never betray the faction which has done so much for me. Old River is a vengeful and spiteful old man who cannot get over the fact that I took a small treasure from him."
There was a charming smile on Silent Shadow's face as she glanced at Dark Mask with both lust and affection.
