At the same time, in the dark castle of the Grand Order, a group of men and women all of whom were in different masks bowed before the darkness.
One look at their formation and it was clear that they were filed in accordance with rank.
Suddenly, a pair of Red fire field eyes appeared in the darkness.
The moment it did, the heads and knees of those bowing before it subconsciously lowered even further.
At the far front of the formation was a man dressed in full white.
Unlike the others, his mask was just plain, and as white as his robes.
"Lord Vulcan!" He called lowly, "the children were unfortunately unable to secure the Emperor's Tablet. We only got half of it. Also, many died! And even now, the King's knights are in pursuit of one of our younglings."
The pair of Red fire eyes seemed to frown a bit, getting tighter. And then from the void came an aged but deep voice that answered.
