In a grand, golden hall, a palpable tension hung in the air. The imposing figure at the head of the table radiated an aura of fury, his eyes blazing with a fire that seemed capable of incinerating everything in its path. The elders, each possessing unique charm and wisdom, trembled in their seats, their faces etched with fear.
A century had passed and the last reigning King of the galaxies has not found his chosen one, and the prophecy still loomed over them like a dark cloud. The king's patience had worn thin, and his wrath was a force to be reckoned with. He had assembled a team to scour the galaxies in search of his queen, but to no avail.
With a deafening crash, the king slammed his fist on the table, unleashing a maelstrom of flames that engulfed his body. The room became an inferno, scorching the guards at the far end and incinerating those beside him. Only the fortunate few, those who had managed to survive, bore witness to the king's unbridled fury.
An elder, shaking with trepidation, dared to speak. "Your Highness, I...I have a suggestion, if you will allow me."
The king's face, a chiseled masterpiece of fury, turned to the elder. A cold, mirthless smile spread across his lips. "Now you have a suggestion? Pray, do share."
The elder, emboldened by the king's words, raised his head, his eyes darting between the king's fiery gaze. "There is a planet, far beyond our realm, Your Highness. We stumbled upon it a century ago when our spaceship crashed, but deemed its inhabitants too weak to be of any consequence. They remain ignorant of our existence and the secrets of the dimensions."
The king's eyes narrowed, his anger simmering. "You withheld such information from me, Ami? What should be your punishment?"
Ami, the Grand Elder, prostrated himself, his forehead touching the golden floor. "Your Highness, I...I thought them insignificant. They lack abilities and technological prowess, dwelling in ignorance on their barren planet."
The king's smile grew wider, sending shivers down Ami's spine. "Go now, you know what to do. Fail, and you know what awaits you. This is your chance to redeem yourself."
Ami's gratitude was palpable as he repeatedly chanted his thanks, backing away from the king's presence.
With a snap of his fingers, thirty armored soldiers materialized, each wielding a nanu, a deadly weapon capable of disintegrating atoms into nothingness.
"Clear this mess and assist Ami in finding the chosen one, our future goddess," the king commanded, his voice dripping with authority.
The soldiers responded in unison, "Yes, Your Highness."
As the king departed, stepping into a triangle-shaped portal, the room seemed to exhale, the tension dissipating with his departure.