In the circular hall that was originally brightly lit, it now began to darken under the backdrop of the pitch-black clouds.
The dim light directly reflected on Sigler Palma's face, and the previously gentle and bright countenance at this moment carried an indescribable eeriness and strangeness.
"Ten..."
As he casually uttered the first number, the lights in the entire hall dimmed once again.
It seemed... like the sign of a power shortage.
"Nine..."
"The Cuckoo Family joins."
"The Limoges Family joins."
"..."
Instantly, a cacophony of voices arose.
The clouds reflected in Sigler Palma's pupils grew increasingly dark.
Upon hearing these responding voices, he turned to look at the light screen.
He saw that nearly half of the Senate had already raised their hands in vote.
As for the other half, apart from a few scattered minor nobles, only a few equally matched familiar faces remained.
Mandala... Begonia... Iron Daffodil...
Sigler Palma stared deeply at them.
