"So, what's the next course of action?" a woman from the Older Generation asked, her gaze fixed steadily on the Overseer, her expression calm, almost unreadable, as though she were weighing his every word before it even left his lips.
"Indeed," another intoned, her voice icy and deliberate, "I trust this meeting is to deliberate on solutions, and, if possible, to uncover a method to step into the Divinora Galaxy and end this conflict once and for all."
The Overseer let out a long, measured sigh, the sound resonating with both weariness and weighty contemplation. "Although we don't know their exact numbers, nor every facet of their forces," he began, his tone steady, "what we do know is that we are not contending solely with the Angels. As I mentioned before, other races dwell within the Divinora Galaxy. Do not assume they are the only threat poised to invade us."
