Almond, Lily, and others floated down near the table where their flag was posted.
The open hall past the clouds on the palace was utterly vast, as there were over four hundred tables. Each table indicated a planet of this cosmos, and people who ruled their planets sat at the tables with their respective flags.
Three tables at the very front were particularly fancy and bigger, belonging to the three most powerful forces of this cosmos, and in front of these tables was a platform where a man with folded black wings and demonic horns stood graciously with his hands behind his back, his eyes still and at the front, but somehow, Almond felt like he made eye contact with him, fleeting but real.
As Almond and others sat down at their table, Elder Viktor said, "Where's Kexell? It's been over a month since he last visited."
