Meeting of the Chosen Lords - Alan Stands Up!

The moment Ryuji stepped into the colossal building, he could feel Alan's gaze, a silent question hanging in the air. 'Don't worry, Alan,' Ryuji reassured, sensing the hidden worry in his friend's heart. 'We will be fine.' He was determined to shield Alan from any disrespect in this cursed place where only enemies existed. 

Even if they must die.

Ryuji and the four of them walked down a long corridor looking at the decorations, beautiful pictures of various women and what seemed to be monarchs, and a soft red carpet led them towards an enormous pair of dark double doors the size of four people.

The double doors creaked open, and the four figures came to an abrupt halt at the threshold. The sheer number of people filling the pews and the space above the meeting room overwhelmed Ryuji's senses.

Yet, his focus was drawn to the table at the centre, where seven individuals held the key to this meeting.

'The others must be their people.'