Night, in the abandoned town outside Gathering Point Thirteen.
Moonlight pierced the cracks in the surface, cascading like silver threads into the ancient underground castle within this small town.
A suffocating oppressiveness permeated the damp air, while the moss climbing the stone walls emitted an eerie phosphorescence, casting the entire space into increasingly sinister shadows. Forty-six figures in black robes stood silently in the circular hall, their presence seemingly severing this area from the outside world.
Beneath the dome, the candle flames flickered in the cold air, the flickering light and shadow elongating the silhouette of each black-robed figure, with a heavy and oppressive aura permeating the air.
Finally, a transcendent on the high platform broke the prevailing silence, and a deep voice slowly echoed.
"I have convened this meeting today to discuss strategies against Him. If anyone has suggestions, feel free to speak up."
