"You're late!" echoed a voice as the seer entered a dark underground room, super simple yet ominously crafted.
It was constructed entirely from black quadrathlon iron, reinforced with multiple arrays to prevent unintended sounds from leaving the room and uninvited guests from entering. A large table stretched out over the majority of the room, covering around seventy percent of the space, with chairs aligned along its borders—some empty, others occupied. Both the table and chairs were made of the same material as the room.
"You dare say that to the high master?" retaliated another voice.
No faces could be seen in the dark room, and little light was present, originating from the gently and very lightly shimmering screen hung on one of the far ends of the room.
The seer entered along with the seven hooligans who took up seats at the table, drawing disapproving glances from those already seated.
