The dark hall, adorned with various runes and streaming lights like countless stars, stretches across the deep blue dome, conveying a sense of vast infinity.
Beneath the dome, seven figures sit on large metal chairs each stamped with different rune imprints, gathered for a meeting of the seven Ring Masters of the Silver Magic Ring.
"This time, with the Ancient Witch Revival Association causing trouble, Black Nightmare Swamp and Melt Crystal Lake have been greatly weakened. Thorny Palace may well be completely eradicated from the South...
Our Silver Magic Ring has not been established for long in the South, and our foundation is still shallow... Now it seems, this has turned out to be a good thing..."
A middle-aged man, handsome and with a brass pocket watch embedded by his right eye, ticking ceaselessly, spoke with a hint of sigh.
