"Now, as you know," Marcus spoke up, leading the conversation. "Nova has been trapped in Beastaria, but he's alive and kicking. So, for now, we have to let him go and focus on another serious matter."
Everyone nodded.
Marcus stood at the head of the grand council chamber, and the air was heavy with suspense and anticipation. The room was colossal, an oval hall lined with banners of the American Guild, each one representing a division of power and purpose.
The faint light of enchanted lanterns flickered above, casting reflections off the polished mahogany table that stretched in a wide ring around him.
A dozen, maybe more, eyes were on him, expecting his next choice of words. The President of America was sitting in one of the chairs, surrounded by a couple of evolved Adventurers, not stronger than Elesch or Adam.
