Gathering Of The Overseers
In a particular luxurious palace in some Territory, nine people were gathered, albeit discreetly. There were four icy-blue robed maidens and five men, two from one power and three from another power. All of them looked striking and individualistic. They were all seated at a round table, seemingly engaged in a heated discussion.
"No, you can't. Not at this moment."
A woman who wore an icy-blue robe shook her head, her voice sounding melodious yet cold.
"What? Why?" A young man in light red robes stood up, "We are the overseers of the Nine Western Territories Competition. Why do we not have the right to start our own competition?"
"Two Elders are en route to explain that..." The woman added, her voice indifferently echoing while her expression hidden by a white veil remained nonchalant.