In the vast hall, dim light flickered, casting six slightly blurred shadows.
They were dressed in pure black robes, hooded, with masks uniformly covering their faces: some had beast faces, some ghostly visages, others simple striped patterns.
Except for their height, everything about these six individuals was entirely concealed.
This was understandable.
As individuals hunted by the nations of the world, being exposed was hardly different from committing suicide.
Even within the organization for decades, they remained unaware of each other's identities.
Directly in front of these six shadows, seated upon the steps, Zhou Tianyi sat high above, gazing indifferently downwards.
He wore no mask, for there was no need. His face could transform into hundreds of different faces in a matter of seconds.
