Twelve
Twelve figures flickered into and out of existence before they solidified. For a moment, they appeared to be no different from ghosts floating in the air, their fluttering robes making it difficult to see through their true silhouettes. However, soon, their images became as clear as day.
Six men and six women.
The men all wore deep violet robes that seemed to shimmer with the depths of the universe. The expanse of space itself was colored across its canvas.
Each of them wore white masks the covered their chins, lips and the bottom half of their noses and cheeks. It was as though they were intent on everyone focusing on nothing other than their gazes. Yet, despite being called the Three Pupil Eclipse Sect, one could find nothing but a deep set of black irises reflecting back one's own image.
If you looked deeper, however… The subtle hues of a hidden violet could just barely be made out.