Apart from Vrnuda's team, two others were there.
Riot searched everywhere for something interesting. He carefully masked his excitement, maintaining a calm expression just to look cool—until a sudden movement caught his eye. He saw something so startling that his curiosity instantly vanished.
One wore a black hoodie and dark black baggy jeans, his face obscured by a mask featuring a flawless design.
"Sleek and smooth, but deadly. Its matte black, enigmatic finish makes it look truly rare."
"The moment he looked at me, I felt a dark, horrifying sensation. Though I understood too late, my instinct told me to step back. Luckily, he ignored me. At first, I felt grateful, but that quickly turned to horror when I realized how abysmal I felt—that's not who I am. What happened to me? I got that careless..."
...Other was go middle of the stage,
He carried himself with an effortless, sharp-edged style that commanded the room long before he spoke. Dressed in a slim-cut, midnight-charcoal suit with a subtle matte finish, he traded the traditional robe for a structured, high-collar trench that felt more like armor than attire.
His accessories were minimal but deliberate: a heavy silver watch that caught the dim light and dark, designer spectacles that shielded any hint of emotion. There was a cold, modern elegance to him—a man who didn't just uphold the law, but owned the space he occupied,