The whole place was in complete darkness, but the eyesight of everyone in the room was not obstructed by anything at all. They all sat at a stone table carved to resemble a conference one for the sake of a peaceful discussion. However… who were they? Were they not the brutish leaders of all the god clans that were enslaved by the Abyss? Right now, they were forced to sit here to discuss matters.
Glares were perpetually on everyone else aside from one person. That person was the only one who was wearing a rather displeased face, in comparison to everyone's murderous expression that seemed to have become their neutral faces. The only exception soon sighed.
