The autumn moon shone brightly, casting shadows of swaying trees and illuminating the rippling waters. The autumn lake reflected the light of the glass lanterns from Vera Pavilion.
Aizen sat in the principal seat of the hall, perched on a grand rosewood chair adorned with a thick tiger pelt. Behind him stood a folding screen depicting a tiger descending a mountain, adding a touch of authority to his presence.
"So, according to you, the share of resources our Heavenly Demon Clan can access in Great Plain City is the smallest? The Overseas Hundred Alliances and Turtle Stone Ridge have already carved out nearly 80% of the pie, leaving us with only 20%?"
Aizen Spoke as he lightly tapped his finger on the armrest of the chair, appearing deep in thought.
Seated upright on either side of him were two individuals: the towering nine-foot William and the suave Vincent.
