Lines of power

Lex met the gaze of the countless immortals in the room before going to find a corner to sit in. He restrained his aura, as he was not here to pick a fight - he was here mostly to get his process started and make an impression. By being able to effortlessly ignore the simultaneous gaze of hundreds of immortals without so much as batting an eye, he had proved himself.

Others also did not pick a fight or bother him, not because they were good tempered people, but because they were all there for the same purpose of being briefed. Had that not been the case, the strong ominous presence given off by his suit would have surely provoked someone.

Some time passed and more and more participants came, until eventually a hush fell over the room and all was silent. A projection of a man appeared in front of everyone… no, not a man.

Lex sat up straight as he identified one of the more mysterious races in the Origin realm - the Oolin race!