(The New Age Alliance, Mauriss' POV)
Inside the secured virtual chamber of the New Age Alliance, four Gods gathered beneath an artificial night sky, as unlike ordinary virtual conferences, this place had been designed specifically to imitate the atmosphere of a real council hall.
Mauriss sat lazily upon the stone throne of Granada while rain continued pouring endlessly behind him through the projection connected to his home world, whereas the other three Gods joined from their respective territories.
For several moments, none of them spoke.
Then eventually, Mauriss smiled a wide unsettling smile, and began addressing the alliance.
"Greetings, fellow Alliance members.
I heard the delightful news regarding your recent counter offensive.
Honestly speaking, I must congratulate all three of you properly, because reclaiming nine worlds from beneath the Dragons in a single day is no small achievement whatsoever.
