A Threat To Other Threats I
"The problem isn't that the process is speeding up! The problem is that we don't know the catalyst that causes such a speed up!" A deep masculine voice echoed.
It was a room. A large yet simple room that could almost be mistaken for a hall. It only had a large centre table with a diameter of five metres. Chairs were arranged around the table numbering over three dozens and at the centre of the table had an open space where a chair was erected.
Each of the chairs were occupied by a figure—either a man or a woman—with a suffocating presence. No random user of magic would sit in their midst and not pass out from the pressure these people exuded.
Boom!
There was an explosion as someone slammed his palms on the table in fury.
"And where are the men you sent out for scouting? Aren't they all dead? Why not send another group, huh?" Another man asked with a slightly raised tone that seemed to be mocking the first man.