Within the grand hall where the Dukes, Marquis, and the Emperor of the Zarethorne Empire sat in solemn assembly alongside the Sovereign of the Separate Dimension, an oppressive silence descended upon them all. It was as though reality itself had decreed that whoever dared to break that silence first would instantly meet their end.
Their collective gaze remained fixed upon the massive screen before them, eyes wide with disbelief and wonder, as though the scene unfolding was so beyond comprehension that their minds struggled to accept it as real.
They stared as if they were witnessing the impossible, something that defied not only their experience but also the very laws of existence itself.
The silence was not merely the absence of sound; it was a suffocating weight that gripped every inch of the vast hall. It lingered in the air, coiled around every breath, pressed against every heartbeat, and swallowed even the faintest whisper of thought.
