They sat underneath a peach blossom tree in the Spirit World with the Basilisk as the arbiter.
The Monarchs sat on either end of a long stone table while Alex sat at the place of power with Victoria noticeably absent.
With the atmosphere tense as it was, Alex took a moment to gauge the inclinations of everyone present.
Gregory still harbored dreams but it seemed the others had understood that this was hardly the time to focus on their greed.
Satisfied with this, he placed a palm on the stone table and letting out a sigh, rapped his fingers on the furniture to grab their attention.
"The continent is in disarray and I believe it is safe to say that the Blood Feast orchestrated by you lot has been instrumental in allowing the Abyss to carry out its plans without any hindrance."
"Well…" Maxius tried to speak only for Alex to cut him off.
"Am I wrong?"
