At the far edge of the Four God Nation, where cultivated lands gave way to empty rock and ash, a vast crowd had gathered under the pale morning sky. The wasteland stretched endlessly behind them, scorched and barren, yet on this day it felt strangely alive because every young genius who stood there radiated an aura of determination.
They had spent three days drilling, bleeding, and reshaping themselves under the guidance of their seven chosen leaders. Now they were ready. Behind them, the elders and leaders of the Middle Domain watched silently, their expressions mixed with hope, nerves, and lingering disbelief that the operation about to begin was even possible.
