The sixty-ninth floor of the central tower.
The old man sat cross-legged in the center of the room. He wore his baggy white robe, and his white hair touched the ground, spreading around him on the ground. He has not moved even an inch from last time. He looked like he had been in the same position for years.
Selena and Vennan stood before him.
"That is all, father." Selena finished reporting what happened In the first city.
"Hmmm…" The supreme commander nodded.
"Father, I can't help but feel something is weird about this attack." Selena voiced her concern.
"Vennan, what do you think about this?" The wise, majestic voice of the supreme commander sounded.
"Sir," Vennan bowed. "Not just something, everything about this attack is wierd."
