The underground meeting room of the shadowhunters was a dimly lit chamber, devoid of any windows. The only source of illumination came from flickering torches mounted on the cold stone walls, casting dancing shadows that seemed to mimic the movements of the individuals present. The room exuded an air of secrecy and mystique, hidden away from the prying eyes of the outside world.
In the center of the room, an imposing wooden table stood, its surface weathered and etched with intricate symbols of protection. It served as the focal point for the shadow hunters' discussions and strategic planning. The table was surrounded by sturdy, high-backed chairs, each carefully positioned to accommodate the members during their gatherings.
At one end of the table, the Czar, their enigmatic leader, sat. He was staring at the restless figure with a hunchback pacing inside the room, his footsteps echoing against the stone floor.
