The meeting.

Crossing the door, Alvine found himself in another dimension independent of where he was.

'I have not stopped crossing portals of all kinds from the black hole; their caution is somewhat exaggerated, I think.' He said to himself in passing before being welcomed by a virgin room that had only three guests and their two escorts standing behind them.

The room measured no more than ten square meters, and the length between the floor and the ceiling was only about fifteen meters; seen from this angle, it's an imposing room.

But not for those who were inside.

Like any ordinary meeting room, there was a round table and six seats around it.

Alvine looked over at the others with amazement; among the group, he knew only one person; a man with golden eyes and a scar on his left cheek.

A fierce but imperceptible aura surrounded his muscular body whose biceps could ignite the desire of every bodybuilder.