Inside a huge castle that was floating at the centre of the world.
A man sat on a Throne before which many people lined up in an orderly manner.
"So, you guys are here."
A hint of reminiscent flashed across the man's lips staring at the group of people lined up before him.
Among the people standing in front of him and looking at him, a man with long grey hair opened his lips.
There was a little disbelief in his voice.
"Well then! Are you sure about this?"
To such a question, the blue-haired man sitting on the Throne answered in a solemn tone.
"Hmm! I am sure."
"We are going to die if we keep going on like this."
His voice was hoarse and filled with pain as he stared at the group of attendants around the place.
Everyone was conscious of his gaze and frowned seeing the weird expression on his face.