A dark great hall. The surroundings were in complete disarray. Before the stone throne that had been turned to dust, someone approached the figure in the shadows who was barely suppressing their rage, knelt on one knee, and paid their respects.
He was a long-haired man in a pure white uniform, with prominent red lips. The heavy energy filling the entire great hall from the Lord's anger made it difficult for the man to even breathe. However, the man soon composed his breathing and spoke with a tense face.
"Seer. As you commanded, all measures have been completed."
"..."
At his words, the Seer stared intently at the man before waving his hand. As if by a lie, the ominous energy that had heavily pressed down on the great hall dissipated. As it became much easier to breathe, the long-haired man quietly let out a sigh of relief.
Then, the man carefully began to speak.
"However, there is one problem."
"What is it?"
"We have lost all our brothers in the Heaven and Earth Society. We must retrieve and release what you, Seer, personally Sealed, but to do so, we would need to deploy new brothers..."
Just then, the Seer cut him off.
"Have you already forgotten?"
"Pardon?"
"We have not lost them all."