There was silence, as nothing was there, but Atrox had felt something earlier, something that pulsed and made the air tremble.
Finally, the room darkened slightly, and darkness condensed like mud.
In response, Pomora's aura swelled to cover them as she hissed, "I can't tell his rank!"
Atrox wasn't worried. With Pomora beside him there, he could count the amount of things that could hurt him. He leaned back on his seat and waited for whoever it was to show themselves.
A figure slowly took form in the midst of the darkness, a man with a flowing black robe. Their face was covered by a mask, but even with the mask on, Atrox could feel eyes on him like two burning coals. He couldn't tell if they were man or woman with the robe on.
"Who are you?" Atrox asked casually.
Finally, the figure bowed. "It is I. The Clan's Spymaster!"
The Spymaster's voice was metallic, leaving no clear choice as to whether they were male or female.
