Too late

The wide door slid open and an average-built man slowly walked in, each step seemed to control the breath of the people sitting at the table, his gray hair gleamed softly as even the wrinkles on his face made him more regal, his pristine white top and black pants suited him impeccably, draped over his shoulder was a pitch black jacket. Those deep azure eyes scanned the room, piercing through even the best facade as some people lowered their heads, refusing to look into those piercing eyes, which exuded command and undebated authority.

Huge guards easily towering over him stood at both sides, the one at the right had a mask from his nose down to his chin with the image of a skull on it while the other was an equally tall woman, her hair stopped at her shoulders and she also wore the same type of mask but hers featured a snake head.