While Ethan adjusted his cufflinks in the back of his limousine, surrounded by velvet boxes containing treasures that could buy small nations, the world's true "Old Guard" had finally emerged from the shadows.
On a private island hidden by distortion matrices so dense that even the most advanced satellites saw only empty ocean, a spatial rift tore open. Two figures descended from the sky. They did not suppress their presence; instead, they let their auras flare like dying stars. Every guard, servant, and high-ranking official on the island was instantly slammed into the marble floor by an invisible weight. They didn't just fall; they collapsed, their lungs struggling to draw air in the presence of Ancient predators.
Lord Truth Seeker landed silently, his robes fluttering in a wind that wasn't there. Beside him was the Leader of the Union.
