Dinner Table

In a forest filled with withering trees covered in thick snow stood a building akin to an old mansion made of dark gray stones.

Through the window glass visible from the outside, several torches could be seen lighting up the room. The light of the flames flickered following the light gusts of wind from the air ventilation.

In the building, more precisely the room that could be recognized as the dining room, dinner was served on a grand long table with candles neatly arranged as both decorations and light sources.

The dinner that consisted of various scrumptious dishes was untouched, and none of the dozens of people seated at the sides of the table seemed to have any appetite.

Meanwhile, at the end of the long dinner table in the lavish kingdom-like dining room, a person was resting his chin on his left hand covered in a thin black cloth.

"They defeated it," he mumbled with a low, cold voice barely enough for everyone there to hear.