In a darkly lit room, a number of high nobility, royals, merchants, and sect leaders could be seen sitting at a table, as they argued over what's to come, while a figure obscured by the shadows was observing them from atop a throne sitting in the darkest section of the room.
"AND THAT'S WHY WE CAN'T-!"
*SLAM*
Suddenly, the person sitting in the shadows slammed its hand against the throne's armrest, interrupting the one-armed man who was screaming at a pink haired girl, and silencing the room. They may not see eye-to-eye, but everyone at this table had one thing in common. None of them could defy the monster staring out at them from the shadows.
"We go to war in 3 days!"