A they were all stunned by his words, falling silent immidatly.
Every eye turned to him, awaiting his next command.
"I said we are expecting someone."
"Until they arrive, I want no further interruptions."
They all bowed their heads, each calmin down, though unease still lingered in the air.
Moments passed in silence. Then, a voice suddenly spoke.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, my lord," the voice said.
Everyone turned as a figure emerged from the shadows that appeared behind them—a figure they had not noticed until he was directly before them.
A silver haired red eyes man who covered the lowar half of his face.
It was none other than Ivan, the Deathwalker.
"Ivan," Arkanos called with a hint to excitement in his voice. "It's nice to see you back."