Pairs of eyes turned towards the creaking door of the dimly lit metallic meeting room as an ashen-haired young man wearing the Hadean Varsa Commander Mask stepped inside.
Shye scanned the room upon entering, quickly noting that, including himself, there were twenty-one people inside.
'Hoh, is this a commander meeting? Why wasn't I informed ahead of time?' he thought, inwardly dissatisfied.
The old man, however, had his reasons for hesitating to invite him, and those reasons quickly came into play.
Just as he was approaching the meeting table, two commanders blocked his path—one of them donning a curious smile while the other, a disdainful smirk.
The smiling figure was a man slightly shorter than Shye.
A black blindfold with a small magic circle in the middle covered his eyes, and his long, ponytail-tied black hair cascaded down to the waist of his slim yet toned physique.
