All five were stoic in the face and imposing; they were of different races and looked like they’d stopped aging at different times. Sitting on their thrones like gods, it was in the dark grey stone tunnels covered in moss and forgotten by life that they all...festered.
In the power, they had etched into the scribes on every inch of the walls and tunnels they’d passed.
All channeled or in tune with one or all of the five beings sitting before them.
A Japanese man whose age could be in his teens or early twenties, his right eye was milky and the other black with no pupil. Staring as if fascinated one moment and looking away as if they’d bored him, the next was the only reaction they got. Sitting in his red robes with his ankle on his knee, Akira Tanaka’s dismissal came opposite to the
