Ring Tower City.
North City.
Representatives from various factions have gathered in the meeting hall.
The tension in the air is as tight as a drawn bowstring.
On either side of the long table, the representatives from the world's major forces exchange glances, their probing and skepticism almost palpable.
Their conflicts had already accumulated for millennia before they came here.
Thus, just arranging suitable seating for them took considerable effort from the Night Watchers; otherwise, placing two factions still warring outside together would undoubtedly lead to procrastination.
Some races are temperamental by nature, and sometimes, no matter how serious the occasion, anger could make them forget everything.
The interwoven relationships among the races are indeed a headache.
However, at this moment.
Even the most dim-witted know to keep silent, to maintain the required silence and decorum.
Because in this meeting.
