Chapter 38 - 38: Send three Master-levels
At the top of the tallest skyscraper on the planet Universidad, which seemed to have been carved from a single titanic piece of obsidian, was the most important meeting room in the entire university and possibly the entire faction. It was the place where the honorable Master-level met with the director and head of the faction.
The room was elegant and minimalist, with a perfectly polished black floor without a single imperfection, engraved with intricate runes that emitted a soft glow, and huge glass windows instead of walls, offering a panoramic view of the entire city.
In the center of the room was a large glass meeting table that appeared almost ethereal, floating in the air without any apparent support, its surface also engraved with runes, surrounded by comfortable and elegant chairs.
On the table, an incredibly detailed holographic map of the galaxy could be seen, capable of displaying every star system, every planet, every fortress, and even every star fleet that the faction controlled. All highlighted with different lights identifying their type.
"What do you want from us, old man?"
Sitting in one of the beautiful chairs, Sigrún asked disinterestedly, looking at a man seated at the head of the table. Despite having the patience of someone in their 50s, his figure was imposing and vital, with eyes that shone with sharp intelligence and an aura that seemed to pulse with pure power, a testament to his legendary-level power.
"Show more respect for the director, Sigrún." A man with long silver hair reprimanded Sigrún in an annoyed voice, to which she immediately responded with even more irritation and evident disdain.
"Shut up, Varrick. No one cares about your shitty opinion."
Upon hearing Sigrún's words, the air around the man began to vibrate terrifyingly as he looked at the blonde-haired Master with rage. She responded in kind, releasing her blue flames that seemed to warp space itself, ready to tear apart the nuisance in front of her.
"Calm down, we're not here to fight."
The ancient voice of the man at the head of the table made the two 'combatants' break their staring contest and calm their mana. They then turned their attention back to the director, though not without first huffing at each other in annoyance.