In the far end of the vast underground chamber, a hollow one could be seen sitting on a throne, resting its elbow on the armrest and leaning its face against its hand. This one was quite different from the others both in size and presence.
It was dressed in a white robe that draped elegantly over the stone seat, contrasting sharply with the cold, dark atmosphere. Embedded in its forehead was a red crystal that pulsed with a faint glow, and as it sat there in total silence, it seemed more like a statue than a living thing.
The creature kept observing the chaos unfolding below with a strange, detached curiosity. Beside it on the left and right were ten hollow ones. Some had slender bodies like females, while the others were bulky, like hulking male warriors. And each of them had a different kind of weapon in hand. They too were watching the chaos with blank expressions, as if they were spectators at a grim performance.
