Chapter 72: New World Order

Quiet steps proceeded through dark corridors under the ground. They came up to a black throne in a dark hall full of different ominous fellows, all scarred both on the outside and on the inside –a bunch of castaways specialized in dirty missions. However, unlike this adult bunch of street bandits, the steps that entered the hall belonged to a rather young man. He too, like his fellows, had a cold and merciless gaze of a rattlesnake, perfectly matching with his blackened hair and icy eyes.

On the throne where the young man came up to sat a brunet man with hazel eyes full of coldness and cruelty. It was clear he knew no emotions, including fear – his heart was that of metal… very cold metal. The entered young man bowed to him:

“I’m back as you’ve ordered, Lord Jaeger”.

The man only smiled in response and spoke in a calm, cold tone: