While the immortal sages of human civilization gathered to discuss a variety of important matters and the agenda of expanding their ranks, an important development took place in the Kandrian Empire.
"Ugh…" Sage Shinken woke with a groggy groan as he found himself staring at a pure white ceiling.
He slowly got up, throwing a sweeping glance around the room with squinted eyes as a hint of surprise came upon him to find his fellow Sekigaharan Martial Sages also slowly getting up, one by one.
The room they were in was clearly medical.
It was a pure white while the sterilized air reeked of rubbing alcohol.
"Where the hell are we?" he muttered with a flummoxed expression.
They weren't the only ones who had begun getting up from their long slumber.
The many other Martial Sages of human civilization also began awakened from their recovery from the abuse of their Realms of Power, leaving them deeply confused about where they were and what had happened.
