In a rather spacious hall where a large circular table was seated with hundreds of beings, each having unique and different looks, Etia stared at the floating orb in front of her with a rather stiff expression.
"That mortal... Did he just..."
"Yeah, we all have seen it. A mere mortal just killed a Guardian."
"But how is that even possible? I mean, it is not an impossible feat to achieve, but it was pretty obvious he was just at the sixth Rank."
"Who knows... The Guardian even talked about something like pu-"
"That is enough."
Suddenly, as every God and Goddess in the hall began to whisper, wondering just what they have witnessed, Etia's cold voice rumbled loudly, silencing everyone in seconds.
"Lady Etia, please, calm down. No one wishes to see this masterpiece getting demolished." in front of Etia, the young beauty named Calene talked calmly, her beautiful silver gaze fixed on Etia's hand which at the moment threatened to split the large table in half.
