Inside a grand hall sat a group of powerful figures, their auras imposing. With solemn expressions, they remained as motionless as stone statues, sitting in absolute silence as if waiting for something.
Just as the atmosphere in the hall grew increasingly oppressive, the doors were violently pushed open.
"Hall Master!" a figure yelled, striding into the hall with an extremely grim expression. "We've got the information!"
The gazes of all the powerful figures simultaneously fell upon him. The suffocating pressure made his face turn slightly pale.
"Speak," the leading old man said, keeping his tone steady. He was like a seasoned helmsman steering a ship through stormy seas, always keeping the vessel perfectly stable.
