Creak
The doors of the hall opened slowly, and two figures entered beneath the gazes of everyone present.
Step. Step.
One of them was short, or rather, he possessed the height of an ordinary human, making him appear somewhat insignificant compared to many of the powerful beings who frequented halls such as this. He wore a black robe that covered him from his shoulders all the way to the ground, concealing most of his body beneath layers of dark fabric.
His skin shifted subtly between shades of white and blue, while the air surrounding him was exceptionally cold, causing faint wisps of frost to form and vanish around him with every step. His face was smooth and handsome, appearing to belong to a man in his thirties. As for his aura, it clearly indicated that he was no weaker than the two individuals seated upon the thrones before him, and perhaps that was the only reason nobody dared underestimate him based solely upon appearances.
