Although the South Pole's temperature often reaches to -90 degrees Celsius, the cold didn't even affect Andre and Cris because of their physical capabilities that surpasses that of top-notch soldiers.
When they descended, they immediately saw the huge white metallic dome in the middle that blends with the surroundings. It wasn't too eye-catching, as its goal is to not be seen by others.
Seeing that, they were now assured that they were inside the Snow Court, the meeting grounds of the Continental Directors of the Ouroboros Foundation.
They strode directly to the dome as not everyone is the same as Andre and Cris that were immune to extreme conditions.
As soon as they entered, they immediately felt the warmth inside. In the middle of the dome, a huge hole goes down incredibly deep, reaching that of the mantle, where the heat inside is coming from.
A geothermal reactor is also situated below, serving as the main source of power of the Court.
Once they were inside, they immediately went straight to the Court's meeting room and waited for the others to arrive.
While waiting, the two talked with each other while serving themselves a glass of wine. "It's rare for you to take out this Syphillian Wine that you've been aging for three thousand years." Cris smiled as he placed his nose near the rim of the wine glass to smell the liquor's aroma.
"Well, I am currently celebrating something that happened, so I find taking this out worth it." Andre replied as he sipped the wine and smiled with satisfaction. He smacked his lips and exclaimed with surprise and delight, "That is strong!" He muttered.
"Oh?" Cris said with intrigue, "What are you celebrating?" He asked.
"I'll keep it private for now." Andre smirked. Cris' eyes and lips twitched with irritation, but he didn't ask about the matter any further.
"Ah, I remembered. Out of all of us, you're the one that is the most skilled with seals. Can I ask for advice regarding a seal?" Andre suddenly asked.
Although Cris was still dissatisfied with Andre keeping a secret, he still leaned over, "What is it?"
With his permission, Andre then took out a seal that is close to the seal surrounding Solomon's Anthology's structure that he made after numerous failures.
"Hmm…" Cris analyzed and scrutinized the seal with deep focus. As time passed, Cris' face displayed that of amazement while looking at the seal's structure. "You're the one who made this?" Cris gasped.
"How did you know?" Andre's eyebrows rose. In response, Cris snorted with mockery, "It's because it's obvious. The energy attribute that is comprising this seal is exactly that of an energy from your source. You can't fool someone like me who can analyze these things with utmost precision."
Andre sighed with amazement, "The speed of your development really does surprise me, Cris." He said, "Yes. I was the one who created that seal when I was inspired by someone's work." Andre added as he made an excuse as to why he created such a complicated seal.
Cris' eyes noticeably lit up as he moved towards Andre with quickness, "Can you show me that person's work? Who is the person who can create such a magnificent seal?" He asked with excitement.
"Unfortunately, I can't tell you because he doesn't like to be disturbed." More like he cannot answer because he's gone. Andre thought.
"Just his work, please!" Cris persuaded more as the old man pursed his lips and placed a "cute and adorable" expression which made Andre feel disgust.
"Cannot!" Andre shook his head and insisted on not telling the old man. "Just tell me, can you break this seal structure?"
"If it's the original, I am certain that I cannot. But, with your level of skill, I can just override it." Cris answered as he placed forward his finger and did some runic formations and shot it towards one of the Seal Cores.
Chang! The sound of chains breaking up was heard when the seal expanded and dispersed.
"You really are something, Cris." Andre chuckled as he shook his head.
"But, that seal really is something, Andre." Cris replied with seriousness, "Such a complicated Seal Structure is very hard to make, and also very hard to break if you know how to really create it. It's the first time I saw such a thing, the first of its kind. Whoever designed such a seal is a genius among geniuses in the arts and is a very, very terrifying foe to go against."
Andre laughed inside, "Of course he's difficult to go against. It's that bastard Western King Solomon." He thought.
Suddenly, Andre saw Cris' hands move in a very quick manner, to the point that he could almost not see his fingers. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"Trying to imitate the seal. If used properly, we can seal and contain almost anything!" Cris proudly replied.
"Very good! Nice thinking, Director Cris!" Andre congratulates jokingly.
"It is nothing, President Ouroboros!" Cris jokingly assumed a respective stance and replied to him while they both suppress their laughs.
"Sorry if I can't tell you that, Cris. It's just too important." Andre thought to himself while looking at the laughing Cris.
Suddenly, the telephone that is on the table rang. Andre looked at it and answered it on loudspeaker. "What is it?" He asked.
"President, the other Continental Directors have arrived." The person behind the phone answered.
"Then, let them in and direct them here immediately." Andre replied. "Yes, President." The person replied before Andre ended the call.
Andre glanced at Cris and then stated, "I guess this catching up is over. They're here already." Cris then smirked and replied, "We can still talk after."
Andre smiled before they simultaneously displayed a serious expression with their backs straight and their posture dignified.
After a couple of minutes, four people entered the room together, having the same stature as the other; professional.
They were all wearing suits with the badge of an Ouroboros patched on their chests.
One of the newly arrived looked like a teen, a nineteen years old handsome boy with hints of maturity already appearing here and there. He had a smiling face but anyone could still feel the aura of someone extraordinary surrounding him. His left eye, different from the other that has a normal dark brown color, glowed with a light blue neon hue. His left pupil also is shaped very similar to a vertical eye that seemed to gaze upon anything with judgement. Strapped on his waist was a long whip made from stingray tails and snake scales to pose as barbs for the whip.
Second to the four was a bald man that is in his forties. Behind him was a round metallic shield with etchings of runes surrounding it. In terms of looks, he is similar to that of a purple-skinned game character with a huge scroll behind his back, but with a suit. He wore a rectangular golden rimmed glasses while looking at everyone inside.
The third person is the entire opposite of the second one, with a long, burly dark brown hair that was tied into a high ponytail while his chiseled face was enhanced by his facial hair that was trimmed to perfection. On his two hands, from the wrist to the fingers, almost everything had golden rings and bracelets adorning it. On his neck, another two golden rings were decorated. In total, there's twenty rings and bracelets combined were clad on him.
The last person that was on his mid 30s was also the fiercest of the bunch, with his sharp jagged teeth, shark tattoos on both of the back of his hands, sharp finger nails, and also two seven inch daggers strapped on the two sides of his waists.
Andre looked at the four and spoke, "It's been years already. Haven't I already told everyone not to bring weapons inside the meeting chamber?"
The teen laughed loudly and replied jokingly, "You were already the one who said it. It's been years already! We don't remember those things!"
Cris then stated, "Don't act like we're still outside, Gian. You're inside a formal gathering of figures with high authority. You are one yourself, being the Continental Director of Asia, so act like one."
Gian scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly, "Hehe. Okay, Grand Director." He replied before standing straight and assuming a dignified stature, turning to Andre. "Greetings, President." He bowed with respect.
Andre smiled slightly and nodded, "Everyone, sit down." He gestured with his hands. The others nodded and complied, sitting on their respective seats.
After everyone was seated, Andre began to speak seriously. "Everyone, I suggest that you investigate every personnel under you." Andre suddenly stated, startling them.
"What do you mean, President?" The bald man asked with puzzlement.
"Just recently, I have killed two personnels inside our forces that came from the Society. Such thing is unforgivable." Andre answered.
"What?"
"Has the Kepler Society infiltrated our ranks?" The long-haired man gasped.
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