Four Transcendental Gods, and an orb, sat within a Hexagonal table as they faced each other. Behind them were multiple Minor Vessel Gods and Major Vessel Gods, the madam of the Palace, and the 'Vampire' Matriarch.
The sorounding atmosphere was silent, deathly silent. As none spoke after the words of Diedrich, which were a bit too heavy to just brush off.
Especially so, since no matter the results, no matter which side the newly promoted Transcendental is from, or joins, the War was Irresistible.
This action was a trigger for an upcoming War, as the other two Camps had a perfect excuse to purge them. Plus, there was already no order between the Gods to begin with.
The battle was predestined.
"I, for one, do not know who is causing such mayhem within my territory." Alton was the first to speak, as it seemed that everyone was secretly glancing at him.