The Imperial Army meeting room.
A general meeting was called.
A round table situated in the middle with all the highest ranking officers sitting on their respective seats.
In particular, the Field Marshals.
While on the corners stood the Generals.
One of them was Belle Locke.
The youngest General, and one of the rising stars of the Imperial Army.
Evelyn Cessna was supposed to be here.
But currently, she was on an important mission.
"Kuhum…"
One of the Field Marshals cleared his throat.
Bellion Van.
The Field Marshal closest to the Grand Marshal position.
The only reason he wasn't elected yet was due to circumstances that had recently happened.
And that was what the general meeting was for.
The tension in the room was palpable as Bellion Van cleared his throat, signaling the start of the meeting. All eyes turned to him.