Ancient Origin Ring
*Bang*
A thunderous sound reverberated through the entire building as a fist smashed through a desk standing in a seemingly ordinary office.
"How is it possible that we are still not able to talk to them?? WHY are these Elves accepting some rookies, young Originals, who have no political power, but not our men?" The hoarse voice of a man in his 50s echoed through the small office. His face bore thin lines of fury while his tightly clenched hand was hovering above the once intact wooden desk that had been turned into scrap by him moments ago.
His light green eyes were usually bright but he looked livid right now as if he was ready to reduce the entire building to ruins.
"S-Sir…we have received reports that the Originals they've accepted started to converse with both sides. That should be a step closer to our goal, or not?" The female secretary, who was standing in the door frame of the office asked in a shaky voice while she trembled in fear.