The dark galaxy, adorned with shimmering stars, signaled the arrival of dawn, unveiling the vast primodial expanse. As the cosmic veil lifted, two figures gradually emerged from the horizon, Nyxander and Karl, advancing towards the towering Astro Lord Hall. The building stood like a silent sentinel, its walls whispering echoes of countless decisions made within.
Encircling the structure, each Astro Station's subordinates remained stationed, their eyes sharp, their postures unwavering. Among them stood the members of the Flame Astro Station, their collective gaze hardening the moment they spotted Nyxander's approach. A visible ripple of disdain passed through their ranks, tightening their expressions into scowls.
From the center of the group, Kal, seated with an air of indifference, rose abruptly. His right index finger jutted forward like the tip of a poised blade, his voice laced with mockery. "Is this arrogance or sheer shamelessness, arriving at this hour?" he sneered.
