The VVIP box was more than just a vantage point—it was the power center of the world, a place where the true rulers of the continents gathered. When Eva informed me that I had been granted access at the request of several Immortal-rankers who wanted to meet me, I knew this was more than just a congratulatory gesture.
It was an evaluation.
I climbed the steps with measured strides, feeling the weight of unseen gazes even before I entered. The moment I stepped through the doors, the air changed. The pressure was subtle yet undeniable, like walking into the den of apex predators who, while not overtly hostile, were watching my every move with sharp, calculating eyes.
Valerie and Kem Kagu were absent, but the remaining four Immortal-rankers were enough to fill the room with a suffocating presence.
Duke Blazespout, a peak Immortal-ranker from the Central Continent, sat with his hands clasped over his cane, his expression unreadable beneath the flickering light of a floating mana-lamp.
