The Meeting

Ning sat in the room with a frown on his face, waiting for the rest of the people to come in.

"Don't even think about summoning. The moment I get a hint of power from you, you will die," Ning threatened the man. 

The man's eyes went wide with fear as he was just about to do exactly that. He controlled his spiritual energy and didn't use it at all as he quietly watched the spearhead that was red with blood. Some his own, some from Sarene.

They waited for a while as people started pouring in. 

"What the hell, Klaus? I was just starting to have fun. Do you know how hard it is to get it up at this age?" An old man walked in wearing nothing but a bathrobe.

Another woman yawned as she entered the room. "I was having the best dream I had in a long time. Why was I called?" she asked.

"What's the emergency? Did someone fail their task? Do we need to let someone else take care of them?" another man walked in asking many questions.