Oyufemos Country.
There are still three days left before the once-every-five-years Ten Kings Summit of the Zongderilic Empire, yet the ten kings who rule this vast empire have already arrived with their retinues, all aboard their floating battleships.
In the center of this magnificent circular city, within a large resplendent hall with golden floors and silver walls, the ten illustrious Divine Sons are laughing and chatting heartily.
Each king, tall and statuesque like a marble sculpture, has a dazzling presence. Sitting on their thrones, they resemble ten gods who have stepped out of an epic, rendering the humble mortals unable to look them in the eyes.
However, despite their sacred and awe-inspiring presence, they are not discussing state affairs or the lives of the people, but are reveling in joyous drinking like a bunch of idle aristocratic offspring.
"Hahaha... not bad, not bad."
"Oyufemos has truly put in effort this year."
