An Extra’s POV

Deafening silence.

The world within the hall fell into a total lull as the Patriarch of the Blanc House and the new head of the Verte House stepped inside.

Their steps were measured, but not cautious.

The two seemed to have an air of unquestionable authority and unchallenged confidence as they stepped into the den of the obvious enemies.

Fear or unease was absent in their gaze.

Once they had taken a few steps into the hall—with the second figure of darkness trailing after the female of the two Obsidian Councilors, the man who had opened the doors instantly vanished from his previous position and appeared beside the much older Councilor.

The door loudly shut behind them as they advanced to the center of the hall, where the table was waiting for them.

They said nothing.

Other than the few things that were spoken earlier, no word echoed from their tightly shut lips.

At least, not until they finally reached their respective seats.

"Greetings, everyone." Rebal Blanc said with a smile as he took the left position.

"Apologies for being late." Kara Verte stated as she too gracefully took her position to the right.

They both sat without any wariness or caution, not even bothering to observe their chairs before taking such an impulsive action.

Their observers didn't know what to make of that.

Were they really fools, or were they just that confident in their abilities?

It was uncertain.

Perhaps they simply trusted in their entourage that much. The two who guarded them appeared competent enough, after all.

had the imposing air of a seasoned warrior. Though their face was hidden in dark armor, it was the assumption of many that whoever was inside the armor

strong as the

black, with silver

defense. The armor was by no means light. It just seemed a bit more compact than the

but to narrow their gaze in

there was the

a design that made the upper helm

coat, with the hood of that one having a

coat resembled that of a veteran Adventurer, and everything about his gear showed he was someone who preferred being

a dark mask on his face, with crimson eyes glowing from within the

a presence as the armored one, but it would be

regal outfits that best

with his greying hair and beards complimenting his color

had a walking cane on one hand, though it was more likely to be

jewelry coating multiple parts of her body. Despite her

seemed to

waiting for very long." Scylla smiled,

spoke in response

right now is that the Triumvirate

gaze to look at everyone seated

going according to the plan.'

in the Royal Capital who were

Communication from the outside world is blocked here, with only

be able to reach the Capital at all, and those in the Capital won't be able to reach

end, they were

of all the loose

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this is the Dark

within his dark mask, he

ones

the Obsidian Council, how they showed no shame or