In a dimly lit underground hall, a lone grey-haired man with startling blue eyes sat at the head of a long, meticulously prepared table in silence.
Several exquisite dishes and rare, expensive bottles of vintage had been carefully prepared and arranged along the great length of the table.
The man stared into space, seemingly focused on something only he could see.
" It's about damn time," he grumbled.
The space within the room crackled, bright sparks of electricity flying through the air, permeating it with the faint smell of ozone.
In the next instant, defying all laws of physics, the very fabric of space itself cracked, then shattered.
Six dark portals materialized into existence in the shattered space where the strange phenomenon was unfolding.
Six figures stepped out of the portals, walking into the room, four inhumanly gorgeous men and two stunning women.
The newcomers took their seats at the long table and then focused on the grey-haired man.
