[Royal Capital — Royal Palace Meeting Hall]
More than a week had passed since BranLeaf was erased from the map. And while the efforts of all six kingdoms had worked to keep the situation from spiraling completely out of control, small tremors of unrest were still surfacing here and there.
People were afraid. Afraid that what had happened in the past would happen again, so they wanted reassurance. They wanted answers, answers to questions that had none, or at least none that would put their minds at ease.
The palace meeting hall, which ordinarily housed a full complement of ministers deliberating over the kingdom's future, held only seven figures today: the six rulers of the human kingdoms, and a woman with green hair dressed in a healer's robes, currently examining the condition of the fire woman.
"Iris, how are your injuries? You should have recovered most of your strength by now," said the king of Solren, seated at one of the chairs surrounding the great round table.
