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The room was silent.
A suffocating, heavy silence that pressed against my chest, making every breath I took feel like a chore.
I sat at the head of the obsidian table, staring at the massive holographic screen in front of me.
Faces flickered across it—rulers, sovereigns, emperors—leaders of the greatest empires in this world.
And yet, not a single one of us looked powerful.
Fear, frustration, and an unspoken sense of helplessness lingered in the air.
Weall knewwhywewerehere.
I locked my fingers against each other and rested my chin upon them, keeping my expression stoic.
"The signs are undeniable," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "We no longer have the luxury of doubt."
The Sunfire Emperor scoffed. He leaned forward, his golden robes rustling with the movement. "So, it's true." His dark eyes flickered with something I couldn't quite place—anger? Fear?
"The Gods are coming."
No one responded. Because we all knew the answer.
