The room was steeped in a suffocating tension as the Monarch of Light stood unmoving at the center of the grand hall, his form bathed in the silver glow of the moonlight streaming through the shattered ceiling. The ethereal combination of darkness and light surrounding him made him appear more like an otherworldly king than a mortal being, his glowing magenta eyes burning with a predatory intensity that rooted everyone in place.
The silver-masked intruder, Number 3, took a cautious step back, his grip tightening on the metallic box weapon at his side as he stared at the enigmatic figure. He struggled to comprehend where such a being had emerged from. Wasn't the demon, Count Nicalo, their sole concern tonight, since they had failed to inform him of their new plans?
His thoughts raced as he looked at the hulking Number 4, the swordsman with the blue jagged mask, and then back at the Monarch, who exuded an aura of insurmountable power.
