"I believe we all know the reason for this meeting," the Celestial King said calmly, tapping his fingers lightly on the obsidian table. His gaze moved slowly across the gathered leaders, calm yet piercing, his golden eyes reflecting ancient wisdom and unshaken authority.
As planned, the Celestial King and Demon King had organized a grand conference. Every remaining clan leader, or more accurately, the replacements for those slain by Rebecca, sat in attendance. Thanks to her, the table was filled with fresh faces—new rulers thrust into power by tragedy and bloodshed.
No one in the hall dared to speak over the Celestial King. Everyone knew exactly why they had been summoned. A threat beyond comprehension had returned—a relic of a bygone era, a fury that refused to stay buried. Rebecca.
