The cold wind howled across the barren plateau as two men stood before a towering gate—its frame jet black, lined with silver veins, and carved into it in massive, bold letters:
[GOD’S RIGHTEOUS HAND]
Henry Zelenskyy adjusted his coat, irritation flickering in his one good eye.
Beside him, Coach Owen, silent and alert, kept his gaze fixed on the monolithic gate with barely restrained annoyance.
“Tch… Still as dramatic as ever,” Henry muttered.
Without another word, Henry stepped forward and pulled out a sleek black envelope—the invitation. As he held it up, the gate responded, absorbing the letter into its surface like water into dry soil.
The ground trembled faintly as ancient gears clicked into motion.
With a low, thunderous grind, the gate split open, unleashing a blast of wind so powerful it kicked dust into a spiral.
Henry and Owen didn’t flinch.
They stepped through.
Arrival: The Arena of Power
The inside revealed an expanse of private military vehicles, diplomatic escorts, and armored limousines, parked in regimented formation along a wide, marble-lined road.
Every car here carried weight—symbol, lineage, blood, or money.
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The price of one misstep inside these grounds was absolute.
As they approached the towering structure ahead, Henry muttered under his breath:
“Still calling this a ‘meeting’?”
At the base of a colossal coliseum, wide enough to fit a stadium and tall enough to blot the sun, stood a familiar figure clad in black:
Agent-7.
He nodded respectfully.
“This way, gentlemen.”
Henry gave a grunt in acknowledgment.
Owen simply followed.
Inside the Coliseum
The interior was cathedral-like: tiered seating rising around a central platform, with the first three rows reserved for the elite. Everyone else—generals, governors, nobles, heirs, powerbrokers—filled the rest of the vast space, a cacophony of whispers and concealed stares.
But all eyes inevitably drifted upward…
…toward the King’s Booth.
There, seated beneath a glowing emblem of the Shinryuken family, were four figures whose sheer presence bent the air around them.
Their aura crushed the atmosphere like gravity itself.
The Warlords of the East.
The sound of voices across the arena lowered—not from command, but instinct. As though the soul knew to bow before something greater.
Narration: World Order.
After the great Relic War… humanity stood on the brink of extinction. In their place rose the first twelve Awakened—twelve godlike individuals, each wielding power beyond comprehension.
They were called the Twelve Saints.
Before their final ascension, the Twelve Saints divided the Earth amongst themselves, establishing twelve royal bloodlines—two per continent—to rule over the fractured remnants of the world.
In Asia, two super-countries emerged: the Northeast Dominion and the Southeast Confederacy.
The Shinryuken Family, rulers of the Northeast, maintained control through a controversial method:
The Underground Fighting Association.
A system designed to trap ambition, purge rebellion, and keep awakened egos in check… all under the illusion of organized entertainment.
To manage this system, the Shinryuken divided their territory into four cities:
- City-A
- City-B
- City-C
- City-D
Each city contained six Sectors, all constantly monitored and ranked through combat, bloodline influence, and loyalty.
Thus, peace was forged not by diplomacy… but by hierarchy—and fear.
First Row: Pressure & Power
Henry and Owen finally reached their seats on the first row, directly facing the center of the arena. These were not simply “VIP” seats—these were the thrones of the game’s inner circle.
Each row closer to the center signified power, relevance, and accountability.
The tension in the first row was palpable.
Every official sitting here held their own sector, their own army, or their own leash on monsters like Ash.
Yet tonight… even they were on edge.
The Gathering Begins
Without warning, the centre of the coliseum boomed, a deep gong that echoed through the heavens and down to the Earth.
The platform lit up with arcane light.
A voice, calm yet impossibly loud, rang out across the arena:
“The Blood-Moon Gathering is now in session.”
The gates slammed shut behind them.
? End of Chapter 7 ?