Unknown Galaxy:
A large figure sat atop a palanquin, its body distorted by a large sheet surrounding it. It suddenly looked up at the roof of the palace and frowned. "I just lost a chosen?" She announced surprised.
From the palanquin to her left, she heard someone call out. "Which one? You have a few on rotation right now, correct?"
"The Emoth Warrior. The one with the immortal body technique I bestowed upon it." The Large figure declared, prompting some murmurs to emerge around the room. There were no secrets here. Amongst equals.
"Really? That is surprising. The foe doesn't usually have the ability to kill fast enough for that. Which battle field did he perish on? I shall send reinforcements from my own Hozbalk Clan." A voice sounded from the other side of the room.
The figure looked up in the direction her chosen had died and grew confused. "It perished in a resource galaxy? Most unusual."
