The voice was mysterious and powerful, filling the entire space. Thousands of people present here immediately calmed down. Even though only the forces that have a powerhouse at the level of Eternal God and above were invited, they still dare not show any displeasure in front of the voice.
Apollo narrowed his eyes. The sheer weight of that voice was enough to silence even Eternal Gods. It wasn't just power—it carried an ancient, unfathomable authority.
At the centre of the grand hall, the space twisted, and a figure emerged.
Shrouded in flowing black and gold robes, the being's very existence seemed detached from reality, as if it existed in multiple dimensions at once. It had no distinct facial features—only a shifting mass of cosmic energy where a face should be.
The air around them trembled. Even the proudest Celestials and the eerie Nihility Lords stood still, their gazes filled with caution.
