Destined to be our Lord

The Union Leader was sitting over his throne while the blank projection screen was still opened wide in front of him. 

"Hehehehe… I have to admit that brat has lasted for over an hour, which is far more than any of our first tries." A sneering voice rang from the elven statue. 

"He's talented. I'll give him that. But passing that absurd trial is akin to ascending the sky." A heavy voice rang from the dwarf status. 

The Union Leader seemed not to hear the chattering from the ten statuses as his profound eyes remained affixed on the projection screen. 

At this moment, an icy voice rang in the throne room, which surprised even the Union Leader. 

"Union Caretaker, it's been a while." 

"Isn't that?!" 

"It's the Old Eccentric Thrall!" 

"Yes, it's the SMSC!" 

Some statues exclaiming voices rang.