The hall's arrangement resembled a "U" shape, its seating curving inward, all facing a singular elevated throne. The highest seat in the room sat atop a raised dais, looming over the others.
Unlike the rest, this triangular table had three seats—reserved for the monarchs of malevolence.
On the left, a dark-eyed young man with dark circles beneath his eyes sat with an air of complete detachment, his face carved into an expression of apathy.
His brown and red attire was simple yet ancient, some dark wrist adornment on both hands, his presence radiating something far more insidious than mere evil.
This was Ahriman—one of the Three Great Evils of the world. He embodied Nihil—the Evil of Meaninglessness.
On the right, a voluptuous woman lounged with sultry amusement, her dark green hair cascading down her back, several tentacles writhing from her spine like sentient shadows.
