Last Place
As soon as Headmaster Leopold's voice fell, three amused Elders flew through the skies leisurely, each carrying a sealed black box formed as cylindrical pillars. They found it funny that they as Spiritual Severing realm experts were following the orders of a mere mortal, but for the sake of their Sect Masters, they allowed it. If things went well today, their dreams of one day entering the Divine Vessel realm and lording over this Highest Mortal Plane were in sight.
The Headmaster frowned, his already wrinkled face forming more peaks and crevices. There were meant to be four totems, so why were only three being brought out now? When he thought of a possibility, his expression became incomparably unsightly. To think that they'd dare blatantly disrespect him like this.