The Cult's Assembly [Pt 1]

"It's been a while, hasn't it?"

The voice that echoed in the air was friendly and jovial—almost playful, even.

However, the dreary silence that pervaded the room was unchanging.

The massive room was not as one would expect the headquarters of a cult to be. It was exquisitely designed, with chandeliers, and a lovely white design.

Murals and runes were drawn all over the walls, ceilings, and floors, giving it a very distinguished aura.

In this large hall—an expanse that couldn't naturally be measured by normal means since it was configured with Magic—a large table was set.

The table had six chairs on the right and left sides each and then at the forefront was a more prestigious seat belonging to someone else—someone greater.

Not all the seats were occupied, but a majority were taken.

The right end had all their members intact, but only two members occupied the six seats that were laid out before the table.

And, of course, each seat was labeled.