Within the vast expanse of Military Base Alpha-9, space itself trembled before tearing apart. A portal burst open midair, its edges rippling like molten glass. From it stepped three figures, Mitchelle, Michael, and Collins. At this moment, they stood within Mitchelle's castle, her personal residence as the Supreme Monarch of this military base. The grand halls shimmered with a faint golden glow, the air thick with her mana signature.
The instant they arrived, all three of them felt it, Anthony's presence radiating from another location within the castle. Their senses honed in unison. Michael vanished first, his form dissolving into a blur of pure sword intent. Collins followed, disappearing in a flash of white thunder that cracked the air. Mitchelle, with her characteristic grace, simply teleported, bending light and space around her.
