Deep in the secretive underground palace within the Typhon Empire's territory.
Bright lights from the magic crystals illuminated the circular hall. Around the ancient stone table, embedded with countless intricate magic symbols, archbishops draped in black or white robes had already taken their seats in order. The oppressive silence in the hall was broken only by the occasional twitch of the artificial nerve cords on the walls, producing faint sounds.
After what felt like an eternity of silence, it was finally broken.
Dots of deep purple light emerged above the circular table, slowly forming an indescribable shape. From the starry mist cloud, the deep voice of the Pontiff of the Eternal Sleepers was heard: "Everyone, let's begin."
