Four days ago
Three cloaked figures were moving down a long-darkened hall way in perfect synchronization. The walls were black obsidian with rivulets of deep sea blue running up the walls emitting a dull glow. It was eerily quiet, not even the sound of the cloaked figures footsteps could be heard. The three cloaks were identical shades of blue that was so crinkled; it looked like it was made of paper Marché but still managed to flow like water as they moved.
The three figures came to a stop in front of a large ornate metal door that towered over them. The tallest of the three who was stood in the middle stepped forward and pushed the door open. There was a loud noise and metal, swung against metal and the door swung open. The three figures immediately, fell to their knees and bowed the
