The Helly Society headquarters.
The Black River Sage wore a fitted battle outfit. His appearance was that of a young man in the prime of life, and he sat upon the high seat.
Before him stood dozens of Oracle-grade beings—some were his kin, some were his students, and even more were foreign Oracle-grade beings who had been stranded in the Black River plane and urgently summoned by him.
A heavy anger and helplessness pressed between the Black River Sage's brows.
"Since I established the Helly Society and created the Black River Realm, more than a million years have passed!"
His voice was deep like a drum, resounding through the hall.
"I dare say I have handled matters fairly and acted uprightly. I have also done my part for the prosperity of the Myriad-Star Cosmos. Yet I never expected that today, we would be targeted by the Everlight Order. The Black River Realm is in imminent danger, and though I have sought aid from all sides, not one response has come!"
