I remained floating high above the capital. My perception spread downward, passing through the shimmering Essence dome that covered the capital.
Within the throne room, the Emperor of Sukra, Odin Hatake, sat with his head lowered, his aura unstable. Around him stood several Grandmasters, each with grim expressions and voices heavy with unease.
Odin finally broke the silence. "Has anyone confirmed who invaded our world yet?" His tone was calm, but his fingers drummed against the armrest, betraying his irritation.
One of the Grandmasters, a tall man clad in gold armor, stepped forward and knelt. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke. "No, Your Majesty. The only thing we know for certain is that there are four of them. And the Grandmasters we sent to face them…"
He hesitated, glancing around the tense room. "They've all been captured. The invaders are carrying them around, like trophies, while hunting other Grandmasters."
