Not far from the Emperor Star.
On the micro-planet known as the Supreme Council, the Bearer of Destiny and the Master of Strategy rarely did not sit on their respective thrones.
Instead, they stood quietly on either side, as if waiting for something.
Suddenly, the void began to twist, and a figure slowly walked out. He was not tall, even somewhat frail, but his mere appearance commanded immense authority, as if the towering heavens descended here.
"You're not suited to come to this place, go find him and take the 'item' I've entrusted to you to him."
The newcomer turned his head to look at the void behind him, speaking slowly.
"As you wish."
A cultured voice responded, then the space rippled.
Seeing this scene, the Master of Strategy smiled slightly, then clasped his fists and bowed in the manner of a younger colleague.
