Deep within the central continental region was the council room of the most influential people within the League of Humanity. Some were kings, emperors, presidents, and priests. Each single one of them were capable of transforming humanity as a whole.
Amongst them was the Archmagus representing the Magus Tower, whom had been gone from the public eye a couple of years ago. His beard was silver white as a scar crossed from his left eye to his chin. A cold expression was etched onto his face.
"The World Government has disappeared! What shall we do!" A king roared, slamming the round table at the center of the council room. An influential president sighed and remarked. "It seems that the silence was merely a prelude to a greater storm."
"A hidden enemy is far more horrifying than a strong one." The pope of a major religion uttered with utmost seriousness and added. "What's more important is that our Sovereigns have also lost the ability to perceive these cities."
