In the borders of human territory.
A lifeless starry sky stretched out, devoid of any resource planets or life-bearing planets for dozens of light years around.
At this desolate expanse, three enormous consciousnesses descended and began a silent conversation.
"Everyone's here, yes?"
"Let's get down to business."
The three massive consciousnesses exchanged information swiftly.
They were from different ethnic groups, accountable for gathering intelligence within the human race.
The pressure the humans exerted on surrounding races was immense.
Even the once-arrogant Zergs were forced to ally with other groups.
"By the way," the first consciousness said, "Crimson Leviathan Star Lord recently took in a disciple. We should keep an eye on this."
Crimson Leviathan Star Lord was famously skilled at nurturing disciples; of the twelve disciples he previously accepted, three had surpassed the sixth tier—a frightening probability.
After his youngest disciple was assassinated a millennium ago, the Crimson Leviathan Star Lord fell into despair and hadn't accepted any new disciples since.
But now, breaking tradition to take on a new disciple showed he held high hopes.