Beneath the main seat, eight thrones symbolizing the Human Race's highest decision-making authority stood in rows on either side.
There had originally been three more seats.
But after irrefutable evidence surfaced that the upper ranks of the old Brotherhood had been colluding with demons, those three seats were permanently stripped away.
The Human Race currently had only four major organizations: Spark, Ark, Deep Sea, and Southern Mountain.
On the first throne beside Spark sat a woman clad in silver-white battle armor.
Her short silver-white hair spilled loose around her shoulders. Her left eye was a mechanical one glowing blue, while her fingertips idly spun a nano-core no larger than a fingernail.
The throne beside hers was completely shrouded in roiling black mist.
The figure within could not be seen—neither build nor appearance, not even gender could be discerned. Only a pair of faintly glowing eyes flickered in and out of view deep within the mist.
This was the leader of the Deep Sea Organization, known as the "Mentor." He controlled all of the Human Race's secret bases in the endless deep sea and was so mysterious that even Gu Yi might never have seen his true face.
On the last throne to the right sat a burly man.
His skin was bronze, his close-cropped hair rigid and neat. Bare-chested, his arms were covered in savage scars.
Not a trace of energy leaked from his body, yet he resembled an ancient divine mountain rooted in place, exuding immense pressure.
He was Shen Long, leader of the Southern Mountain organization and the pinnacle of the Human Race's old body cultivators. His flesh alone could withstand a Saint-level main cannon without suffering so much as a scratch.
Gu Yi looked at everyone and slowly spoke.
"Everyone."
"I called you here today for only