Mid Sector 250--
"What is happening here.." one of the Twelve Thrones slammed his hand forcefully on the platform before him, the sound echoing across the vast chamber. "And what in hell is happening here?! What madness is this?!"
"Can he do this to us?" another pointed sharply at the recording, his voice shaking with fury and disbelief. "Can he simply strip the legitimacy of the Council of Thrones with a single word? With one sentence? Who does he think he is? We were the ones managing the universe, organizing its affairs, and preserving its security while he was absent. He didn't appear even two or three times over tens of millions of years!"
Bam another struck the platform violently. "We must take a stance against this nonsense!" Then he pointed in a certain direction with open hostility. "That Sacred Covenant Academy must know its place!!"
"We won't allow them to conspire in the shadows and take everything we built with blood and time on a silver platter!!" another shouted, his voice filled with rage and panic.
All twelve began to rise one after another, their movements chaotic and tense, panic and fear evident in their words and tones, visible in their faces, in their gestures, in the way their bodies trembled with uncertainty.
Only Qarun slightly furrowed his brows, resting his chin on the back of his hands, his posture calm but heavy with thought. "Shhh!" He signaled for silence with a slow gesture. "Let's listen to everything first to the end."
And indeed, in the very next moment, everyone heard something that instantly silenced the hall, as if the air itself had frozen.
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