The Great One
Just like how it was when Ragna had called upon the gate and the darkness had swallowed the area of the duke's residence into a hollow darkness, right now, every corner of the hall was covered in the same pitch-blackness without a shred of light for guidance.
Even the stained glasses decorating the window behind the magnificent stone altar as well as the circular ceiling above seemed to lose its luster with no way of showcasing its luster.
It was as if a layer of black curtain had draped upon the window and thus, dimming the magnificent color while blocking the light coming from outside at the same time. The ground seemed lost under such darkness and one would look as if they were treading on an empty hollow space if they were to walk inside.
The only thing they could use to navigate their steps was the faint shadow of row upon row of benches that stretched from the entryway to the podium where the hauntingly mysterious figure had been sitting on.