The Overlords had overseen the ceremony, and only after he greeted the last three otherworldly figures did the Human generals realize that they had already disappeared.
However, before they disappeared, one Overlord, shrouded in fog, whispered. This was a whisper that Anon heard loudly; however, no one else seemed to hear.
"Our Saintess hath desired this One to convey her congratulations unto thee," a voice crafted for the fairest of beings echoed in Anon's ears, "My kin await with patience the coming of humanity's young lord."
His expression remained unchanged; however, he was internally doubtful.
This Overlord must understand that he could not see who they were, nor did he know who their people were, nor of this Saintess.
Once the Overlords disappeared, it was only right that the rest retreated into the cosmic space.
This was a unique event; however, more than ninety percent of the Human generals were on missions, and only appeared due to the Human Lord's summons.
