"I object!" Inside a colorful space that was encircled by numerous yellowish-brown spheres at the top of Silver Tower, Soaring Wing King and the other members were gathered in the center here.
If Garen looked over from here, he would discover that the yellowish-brown spheres were actually exactly the same as the various forms of large planes of existences that he saw when he shuttled here initially.
"I object."
After Soaring Wing King had spoken, another member who was in agreement with him all along now opened his mouth slowly instead.
A different member said, "I retain my opinion."
A white-robed Elder who wore a monocle with golden threads on one side was standing on the highest point as he held on to an extremely short, white oak staff. It looked like a little hammer when he held it in his hand, and he was using it to hit the palm of his other hand continuously.