The Meeting
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In the Grand Hall early in the morning, seven thrones stood by facing each other. At the middle end was where the significantly larger and majestic throne stood and on which the Patriarch sat. Half of the pressure generated in the room came from this throne alone. Four Elders of the Sunshine Clan sat on other thrones of a smaller structure facing each other. On the first throne at the right end of the hall sat a man in his Forties, yet his facial portrayed otherwise. With a bald head and jaw covered in black hair, his masculine features were proportionally exaggerated, and each contained a tremendous amount of power. He adorned warrior gear crafted by one of the best blacksmiths, with one of the strongest metals known as Platium used as a material. The aura radiated from him was one of blood, to the extent that it almost condensed to liquid form. This is to prove the bloodlust he passively generated in the hall. This figure, Elder Harman sat comfortably on his throne with a grumpy face. He was known as 'The Great Berserker' and a formidable opponent devastating the battlefield. His name brought terror to whoever had encountered him on the battlefield. Yet he didn't dare act rashly in this confined hall as his eyes glinted sharply inspecting his surroundings.
By Elder Harman's left was a feminine figure who sat on a similar throne. An adult female with well-defined curves that trigger the carnal desire of the opposite sex sat on a throne. Curly silver hair adorned her head weaved in a pony style. Her white dress was deliberately slurpy, revealing a little of her fair tender skin. Yet, none of the individuals in the hall dared to stare at her for too long except the Patriarch. This alluring figure is Elder Silver; an Enchantress. An expert in Illusion Magic, one could fall into her trap by mistake which could be disastrous to those seated in the hall. A smile adorned her lip as she stared daggers at the figure seated in the opposite direction facing her.
This figure was indiscernible as their entire body is covered in an oversized silver gown with a hoodie, black colored gloves, and pair of shoes. The aura generated by this person was that of infinite darkness negating the light around him. If one tried to peak through the hoodie then there's a chance of losing consciousness or worse possessed by Evil Spirits. Though, while that would affect others, this isn't the case for those seated as they came prepared to counter such effects. Everyone seated was on guard against this figure as this person was none other than Elder Braum; a master of Dark Magic. He's a very cunning opponent on the battlefield known as the 'Abyssal Summoner'. He earns that title by calling upon monstrous chimeras from the Nether Dimension to do his bidding. That's not all as the more blood available for him in battle, the endless his summoning gets.
The last person to address is Elder Blake; a swordsman. He sat on the right side of Elder Braum on his throne as his body was adorned in a scholarly outfit. This man radiated no aura whatsoever, seeming like an ordinary man with a calm demeanor. This is abnormal in the current World as every living organism generated auras unique to them. Despite all these traits, no one on the smaller thrones dared to belittle him as he is known as the 'paragon' on the battlefield. During his rampage on the battlefield, only a few that encountered him could live to tell the story as the rest are no more. His gaze was sharp as the iris was replaced by the manifestation of a tiny silver sword for a brief moment.
Together, they all sat in the hall as each one of these individuals could cause disasters to the world and were leaders who commanded great authority, yet here they were playing mute.
" It's about time we commence this meeting. The Elders who aren't present had taken permission prior. Therefore, nothing is holding us back." the one who had spoken was Elder Harman. He just wanted to get over this, as it is written all over his grumpy face. "Ho? Someone is being impatient." a tantalizing voice curtly commented. Tracing the voice to its source, Elder Harman found out it was Elder Silver. His face changed to a frown as he replied " Hmph. At least, I'm not jobless like you." he replied. "Says the man that got drunk by a bottle of beer." Elder Silver teased as her smile got bigger. " I swear, that bottle was drugged. I couldn't have gotten drunk by a bottle of beer. I swear, if I catch the one responsible, I would torture him to death." Elder Harman furiously swore while his cheeks turned a shade red. " Do you mind, you both are causing distraction." a voice bellowed in the hall. One contained massive amounts of self-pride. All gazes landed on Elder Blake. Responding to the stares, a spiritual sword manifest that caused the entire building to tremble. The MANA in the area rush to the manifestation like flies attracted to light. The MANA congregate and condensed giving the spiritual manifestation a physical body. All this process took less than a second as Elder Blake grab the sword handle.
"Up for a match?" Elder Blake said to no one but seemly to all gazes. The air turned still as no one wanted to fight this battle maniac. Just right before the incident escalated, the most domineering and majestic voice resounded the entire Grand Hall.
" That's Enough!!". Time stopped as every single Elder in the hall was terrorized by a crippling pressure. The air itself seemed to contain tremendous weight as even the Physical Embodiment created by Elder Blake shattered. Thankfully, it was a spiritual creation so the backlash wasn't much. Yet, they didn't diminish the pressure in the slightest. This only occurred for ten seconds before residing but the same could not be said for the Elders. Coincidentally, Ivy Sunshine stepped into the hall. It was just a second but that couldn't be said for him.