London, Present Realm Conference.
When the clouds and Grain Rain dispersed from above the Sky Dome, the sunset glow shimmered brilliantly beneath the setting sun. The whole world seemed to have been dusted with gold, dazzling beyond compare.
Unfortunately, no one was destined to care about such exquisite scenery.
Inside the conference hall, which had temporarily reached a pause, the clamor continued unabated.
Representatives from every side moved freely about, exchanging views or displaying their own proposals. They seized every moment to lay out the pros and cons, unwilling to miss even the slightest opening or opportunity.
Even the seat of a certain absentee had been piled high with thick stacks of documents, like a small mountain.
The arguments continued, as did the struggle for advantage. Disputes and insults were hardly rare either. Fights had broken out in the venue for three consecutive days, but fortunately, everyone qualified to enter the conference hall had enough sense to know their limits. There were no casualties.
Besides, with the Continuance Institute around, sometimes even dying was difficult.
The only drawback was the astonishing rate at which pens were being used up...
All that could be said was that a certain instigator and his teacher had set an excellent example.
Then they had both run off equally fast.
So fast that when everyone wanted to follow their example, they could not even find where he had gone.
The conference continued.
Whether anyone was absent or not.
The Present Realm continued to function.
Whether it stood on the brink of destruction or not.
In just four days, the proposals submitted to the entire Present Realm Conference had nearly reached ten thousand. They came from, among others, Unified Bureau branches and institutions, various lineages and nations, every faction, and even giant corporations including the Stone