The Realisation of a Impossible Dream
Cirrus now realised he'd made it to the throne room a little late. Lying at the centre of the large hardwood table was a golden scroll on which the seals belonging to both empires were stamped along with a signature of the lead hunter's representative.
The Peace Treaty he had been hoping to try and put a stop to had already been concluded. What he was attending now was a meeting drafting the guidelines that would guide the world into the new era and it was going smoothly… almost like both sides had been wishing for something like this to happen.
'Those hunters knew they didn't stand a chance against us,' he screamed internally. Speaking up now, however, was only a recipe for disaster. Not a soul in this throne room still had the mind to go against the hunters anymore. Cirrus wasn't one to act out impulsively when the odds weren't in his favour and very rarely were they stacked against him this much.