A huge unsettling melody of rather grim groans rattled out of the stitched mouths of a dozen pure black figures.
They had fingers as thin as matchsticks and they were all draped in ancient black silk, each and every one of them.
Their night-black faces consisted of thousands of stitches. Occasionally two flickering purple eyes could be seen slyly peeking through the maze of stitches that composed each of their faces.
Their flawless black figures fit well with the mood in the room.
Currently, 12 Supreme Revenants were arrogantly sitting around a round table. They must have all been over 15 feet tall for they made the table look like a stool as they sat around it in silent eagerness.
The table itself had been made centuries back. Cobwebs had infested its undergrowth and the table itself was extremely creaky.
"Ang ang ang."
"Ratayan."
"Baa. Baa. Baa."
