Secret Realm

In a secret room, a dozen or so people were sitting around a long table, looking at each other silently and thus making the atmosphere grim.

Some of these people were men and some of them were women and their ages varied, ranging from them being young adults to them being old people that looked almost ready to die.

Despite this, all these different people had gathered here, so it was clear that they shared something in common.

"Things can't continue to go on like this! Why are the natives of this world so strong?", a young man suddenly broke the silence in the room, hitting the table in front of him with anger.

"That's right, are all the major forces just sending us to die?"

"We must all work together to kill those damn lowly natives!"

"If it were not for the fact that this world is suppressing our power, how could these mere mortals dare to kill us?"