In a large grand hall, with no observable ceiling, eleven individuals sat around a high table, each sitting far from each other. Just their presence alone, was more than enough to render those of a lower rank powerless, or even outright crush them.
It was a given, after all, they were all Alpha ranked beings. These eleven, were eleven out of the twelve seat holders of the Grand Templar.
The Grand Templar was the name of the alliance formed by the four races to resist the Darkwalkers nearly a millennia ago, and afterwards, the heretics they left in their wake.
Suddenly, with no trace whatsoever, a blue haired man appeared on the last seat. But none of the others were fazed.
"Tardy as ever, eh Maximus?' A man with a two black horns adorning his head in a crown chuckled.
"Shut your mouth Regulus, before I shut it for you." Maximus said, his dark eyes gleaming with intent.
