His mask regenerated the broken pieces and restored itself back to its original state, completely concealing his scarlet red eyes once again.
Does his mask come from Nanotechnology?
He chuckled loudly as he rubbed his face and raised his head, looking up. In his distorted voice, which seemed to carry in every direction, he said, [I see. If you think you can take my place, then do as you wish. I am tired of this shit.]
The two silver-masked men stood still, likely in shock at his words. There was no way this golden-masked man would easily give up his authority.
[Then remove your golden mask and give it to me. I will take your place in the seat of the Ten High,] one of the silver-masked men, wielding a spear, said in a quavering voice.
The golden-masked man approached him, causing the silver-masked man to take a few steps back and raise his spear cautiously.
