In the Mifata Federation's capital, there was a tower. On this "Supreme Tower," ten magicians were sitting around a round table.
"We haven't had such a gathering in a while, ever since Master shut this place down five hundred years ago…" An elder magician with hair that was growing white sighed.
"When Master had become a God, there was some excitement here for a while, but you were not present," another elder magician quipped.
"Time flies. We're all old now."
"Yes, time flies, and the world is extremely different now as well. Somehow without us knowing, everything has changed…" A square-faced, thick-browed magician who looked more like a war veteran sighed. "I merely went on a single astral trip, and I came back to a completely different reality."
"Master Mill, you've been gone for too long this time."
"It was only sixty years, surely that's not considered too long?"