ShadowsFinger

It is the year 2050 of the Earth Calendar, and while many would think it to be an ordinary year, it is far from what one would expect. With the arrival of Rifts popping up all over the world, portals that came to be known as Ascenders Rifts, a new era is born. Though filled with endless possibilities, the world itself is on a path of destruction.
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Ascenders Rift

The meeting room within the Hall of Governance was a large one, a vast space that could literally hold roughly a hundred individuals if one included the extra space around the chairs and central table. It was decorated modestly, without any unnecessary ornaments and other gadgets, keeping all focus towards the central area.

By this time, everyone had already gathered within the room and seated themselves in crucial areas. The core officials such as Milon Morison and the other highest leaders were sitting at three sides in the most significant chairs.

One being Kelvin Anderson, whose refined and slender figure was tucked into a stylish suit. His eyes shrewd eyes glanced around at the similar aged Vernisa Briggs, who, despite her years, still had a kind of mature grace in her simple red dress.

The Meeting Commences