Far away from the turmoil and wars, hidden within a location that did not exist on any map, a vast chamber sat in absolute silence.
The room itself was ancient.
Massive black pillars rose toward a ceiling that vanished into darkness, while strange runic patterns glowed faintly across the polished stone floor. The air felt unnaturally heavy, carrying a pressure capable of making even powerful cultivators uncomfortable.
At the center of the chamber stood a lone figure.
Ken.
The proud commander who had once spoken confidently before kings and armies now stood with his head lowered.
Not out of respect.
Out of necessity.
Because the six figures seated before him were among the very few individuals in the world capable of making him feel genuine unease.
Four men.
Two women.
They sat upon elevated stone thrones arranged in a semicircle overlooking the chamber below.
Yet none of their faces could be seen.
