The building stood like a monolith in the heart of a forgotten city its windows sealed, its walls draped in layers of matte-black alloy that absorbed even moonlight. Within, silence reigned. The only sound came from boots clicking against polished obsidian floors and the occasional whisper behind masked faces.
Inside the central chamber, dozens of figures dressed in black robes and combat gear moved with clinical efficiency. Each one wore a smooth mask, unmarked save for the glowing crimson emblem carved onto the forehead a single curved horn encircled by a ring of shadows.
The Shadow Clan.
Their insignia loomed above them, emblazoned in bloodred across the high stone wall like a banner of death. Beneath its presence, none dared speak without purpose.
