—Winged city.
Situated in the city's lord castle. In a private meeting room on the first floor.
Ten figures sat around a long silver table as they all stared at the hooded demon sitting at the far end of the table as he spoke those last words.
Though they could not see his face, they could feel the confidence and determination brimming in his voice.
The air filled with a pressure which might have been mistaken for rumbling, and the sigh which followed made everyone think they had made the sound.
Amongst the group sitting here, only the Lord of this city, the childlike Nullen, sat leisurely with a strange smile on his face.
Faced with the strange atmosphere that had overcome the pressure of these powerhouses, Riokar had no choice but to find a way to break the tension as he began addressing the other teams.
"Then, ah, the other teams will—"
