It was a wide, open space, similar to an underground church.
A considerable number of gas lamps lined the walls.
Aside from those, there were also large murals, many of which were severely peeling.
The humidity was heavy in this basement area, which was unavoidable.
But from these murals, one could tell that this place had once been glorious.
About fifty or sixty people were seated in the main hall.
The faint murmur of conversation was barely audible.
Soon,
a mass of grayish shadow drifted from the corner of the lectern to its center.
Everyone turned to look at the mass of shadow.
A humanoid figure, a Transcendent made entirely of shadow, separated itself from the gloom.
"Mr. Shadow."
He was the founder and manager of this gathering of Transcendent beings.
His identity was a mystery; very few knew who he really was.
Moreover, he possessed an occupation from the extremely rare Shadow Sequence.
After that "shadow," which flickered between light and dark, appeared,
