"Did you explain to the native who and what we are?"
"I did, Elder Zora."
"And it still said something like that?"
"...He did, Elder Zora.'
"...Interesting."
"Interesting? I think the proper term for it is disrespectful."
Inside a vast and dark room, Princess Vera was currently surrounded by 7 holograms; holograms that were blurry and unclear; their movements also lagging. One could barely make out their faded and darkened silhouette, but it wasn't difficult to determine that most of them were humanoids… in a way.
"Do we have an available Guardian to send to this… Earth?" One of the mysterious figures that seemed to be seated on a floating throne leaned forward.
"I believe most are occupied because of the tournament," the one that seemed to have an elongated head, Elder Zora, waved his hands in the air as if he was checking something.
