High above the distant horizon, three old men sat around a round table made of black stone, floating in the sky's highest reaches. The table was etched with ancient carvings, and atop it lay a massive, living map—red and blue dots scattered across it, glowing and shifting like stars dancing in the void.
"Someone's coming? Who is it?" asked the bald elder, his eyes narrowing in confusion. His tone carried not only surprise but a deep sense of concern. He glanced toward the two other elders seated with him, but both shook their heads slowly.
"No official notice from the Sect," said the black-haired elder with his hair neatly tied back. His gaze locked on the bright blue dot approaching their position. "But judging by the resonance of its light… most likely a fellow Elder."
All three nodded in agreement. In their system, only high-ranking Elders possessed such power. Each Elder was a sovereign beyond the King level—a figure whose presence could never be taken lightly.
