C1944 World Conference

"Thankfully, the Pope isn't overly ambitious, or else no one could stand against him..." Feng Yixiu whispered under his breath.

While they spoke, a bead inscribed with runes at the center of the conference table began to glow faintly, the light coalescing into variously shaped ethereal shadows.

These shadows were the avatars of the attendees of the World Alliance of Battle Spirit Conference