Although the voice wasn't particularly loud, a commanding presence in the room silenced the noisy crowd.

The stout old man with the white beard entered, radiating authority. He wore a black robe and had a gruff appearance with piercing eyes.

As he walked, his robe fluttered in the wind. Although he wasn't particularly strong, he exuded a profound sense of grace.

Without doing anything, all eyes were on him. It was Graham, the leader of the Soul Reapers.

"Sir Thorne is finally here. Somethin