Apophis entered the room, feeling like a hero entering an arena.
After all, the chamber was quite arena-like. Rather than being a simple office, as it had appeared on the outside, it seemed that a large portion of the mall had actually been dedicated to a conference hall. Hundreds of players were inside, talking among themselves, who seemed to represent the different guilds leading the war plan.
These people were scattered all around the room on metal chairs, all facing a round table in the center, where the core members of the Defense Council were sitting and muttering to each other. Lucifer stood between the table and the rest of the players, giving a long and erratic philosophical speech. The listeners seemed to be so bored they could hardly avoid yawning.
