Everyone turned to look at the source of the laughter and saw a tall man dressed in an elegant suit, who was currently doubled over in laughter as he felt the gazes of many people on him. The young man straightened up.
"Oh, phew, I apologize, I just heard something funny."
"Damned traitor, how did you get here?" At the sight of the Mordret, a couple of glares that could have killed shot at him. One of them, more ferocious than any, was Morgan of the Clan of Valor.
"I'm glad to see you too, my dear sister. How are you? Still unable to feel human warmth?"
"Oh, you," she said before she could finish, interrupted by a stern voice.
"And what did you hear that made you laugh so much?"
"Oh, understand me. Knowing these clansmen, I'm sure they'll tear each other's throats out at the first opportunity."
"Would you care to introduce yourself?"
"Gods, where are my manners? Call me Mordreth, a simple, humble man."
A sigh escaped Daeron's lips, foreshadowing future troubles.
"Whether you like it or not, we have no other choice, and I expect you not to waste our time on your disagreements. Each of us here is powerless, and whoever this being is, it is very powerful, I assume higher than the Supreme Being, at least sacred, perhaps even divine."
Another man, wearing a beautiful star carved on his forehead, a sly smile, and red robes, joined the conversation.
"Where do you get the confidence to say such a thing?"
He glanced at the wizard and explained, "Because I am the Supreme, and even I don't have the power to do anything here."
After this statement, everyone was stunned, realizing that before them stood a monarch who could crush them with one hand. "The Supreme, the Supreme, is before us."
Noctis was the first to realize his mistake.
"Oh, I apologize for that. It was worth starting anyway. It's time for us all to introduce ourselves. I am Noctis, Lord of the East, possessor of the best style in all the worlds.
And I see very interesting people here... the smell is so interesting."
After everyone had come to their senses, they began introducing themselves.
"As I said earlier, I am Daeron, King of Twilight, and those I couldn't meet here are Professor Julius, a humble academic, and Ananke, Priestess of the Nightmare Spell."
Behind me are Noctis, Lord of the East, and Solvain, Priestess of War, and finally, the unfortunate victim, an ordinary person. Rain"
Hearing his suspicions confirmed, Noctis jumped up. "Oh, so that's why I smelled that scent. You smell like a demon of doom. Who would have thought I'd met a priestess of the nightmare spell?"
"In the flesh my Lord I am not afraid to say who I follow," she said firmly.
After this, the Valor and Song clans, as well as the Nefis group, introduced themselves. Before the silence could stretch, the screen flickered again.
[Please take your seats. You will receive answers to your questions later.]
And then, rows began to form from the ground, and only now did everyone realize where they were—rows on either side of a red curtain and a huge white screen.
Everyone remained silent and motionless, waiting for someone to take a step.
A stern sigh escaped Daeron's lips. He headed for the seats and plopped down on the highest row. The Valor clan sat on the left row, the Song clan on the right, and the cohort with Rain and Ananke sat in the center. The modest professor decided to try his luck and sat next to Daeron. Hearing no protest, he brightened and waited for the show to begin.
The screen responded and flickered again.
[Welcome, viewers!] Witness history and you can return}
[Violence is prohibited until the end of the screening; any attempts at it will be punished.]
[Anyone can order drinks and snacks if they wish.]
And after these words, the screen went dark.
So I've finished the second chapter. I feel strange. I'm used to reading and not writing. I hope I'm not that bad. Write reviews. I'm waiting for criticism, good or bad. I just want to know how bad I am.