Poison Rock Planet-- Throne Hall
"..." Sitting on a luxurious seat, Marshal Snite rested his chin on both hands and stared ahead seriously
Usually, Marshals do not stay on their home planet Poison Rock for more than a few days on short visits for certain reasons before returning to their assigned planets again, so there are no designated headquarters for them, there are only nine luxurious seats below the throne of Pythor, and when the nine meet, a table is placed in the middle to explain plans and display papers and such.
Today there was no meeting, there were no tables and papers, there was not even Pythor... Just the huge empty hall, and a single person sitting on one of the nine seats anxiously, while another is walking around.
"Hey Marshal, do you believe that fate is making fun of us?" Near him, the tenth Marshal, Haros, laughed.
