Hidden from the noon sun by a copse of trees, seven figures met. Each was wreathed in a dark cloak, the accents of which were colored in accordance to their element. Their apparent personalities ranged from quiet and motionless to jovial and bouncy.

"Well, here we are. I take it all of our preparations are completed?" Salinas began, addressing her six allies.

"I have finished fabrication and testing of my bodies. I can start any time," Aimee responded immediately. She was attending the meeting in a young-looking form, her violet hair cut short for the time.

"My summoning pacts are completed," Melody stated simply.

The rest simply nodded. None of them had required any further preparations.

"So, now we begin to act. The restriction on interaction with our acquaintances is hereby lifted, as is the limit on interference with this plane's affairs."

"Salinas," Drinian interjected, "there's something you might want to know. The invasion force that hit Corneria captured Leku. Our departure was forced by circumstances I couldn't help, so there was nothing I could do to prevent it."

Salinas eyed the ring on her right ring finger reticently, collecting her thoughts. Finally, she replied, "I see. This meeting is dismissed."

Without further ado, the seven individuals vanished, each preparing to execute the tasks before them...