Nikolai turned around, and the world almost appeared to slow down, his eyes inspecting each person who entered together. The children of Shamash didn't resemble the Ishatarian descendants much.
At least these were Nikolai's first thoughts.
The outfits they wore clashed with the traditional garbs.
Instead of the brightly coloured, loose, soft outfits, which held their own elegance. They wore a cold, black, familiar style of military uniform, only those haunting lightning bolts missing from the shoulders.
Ten men and women walked side by side, their arms, posture and movements perfectly managed down to their blinking. He could only accept their discipline and stature, which far surpassed Ishtar's descendants, though.
A tall man with dark blue skin led the group, folding his extra arms around his body and chest, creating a foreboding atmosphere.
