Chapter 494: The Supres
On a distant planet, life thrived in abundance. Towering trees spiraled gracefully into the heavens, their leaves whispering in the gentle, invigorating breeze.
The grass below shimred with a vivid green hue, painting the landscape with vitality and peace.
Within this secluded planet, hidden in a realm detached from ordinary space, eight enigmatic figures sat around a grand table.
Their very presence exuded an overwhelming force, potent enough to rend the fabric of reality with but a single motion.
Yet, none spoke. Silence reigned among them, heavy and expectant, as if they waited for one among their number to break it first.
An empty seat rested solemnly at the far side of the table, a quiet testant to an absence that weighed heavily on them all.
One among their ranks was missing.
They were known as the Nine Supre Monarchs, beings of imnse power and authority.
Yet now, only eight remained.
A Supre Monarch had fallen.
And with her, an entire military base had been annihilated, reduced to silence and ruin.
It was this unprecedented loss that had summoned them together in this assembly.
The mont the Chakram of End fell, every Supre Monarch knew instantly. Their lives were bound by an ancient artifact, threads of awareness that transcended space and ti on sa level.
Such a cataclysmic event could not escape their notice.
At last, one of them spoke.
It was the First Supre Monarch, the eldest, the one whose age eclipsed even legend.
“According to the intelligence I’ve received”
He began, his voice resonating like a low tremor through the very fabric of the secret realm,
“A war erupted at the Sixth Military Base. A war over an artifact and in its wake, the fall of the Chakram of End. Though the precise details of her fall remain unclear, it was in battle against a Demon Monarch, one known as Xezural”
The First Supre Monarch continued, his gaze sweeping over the gathered Monarchs.
A tense silence followed, thick with suppressed energy, until the Second Supre Monarch broke it, his tone sharp and clipped.
“And this Xezural Monarch… where is he now?”
The First responded without hesitation, his voice heavy.
“He fell alongside the Chakram of End”
“We cannot simply sit here and deliberate”
A sharp voice rang out from the side, laced with barely contained fury.
It was the Seventh Supre Monarch.
Her eyes blazed with a dangerous light, the air around her subtly warping under the weight of her restrained power.
“A military base has never fallen. A Supre Monarch has never fallen. This was nothing short of annihilation. This demands retribution. We should be discussing how to strike back”
Her voice trembled, not with fear, but with rage.
She had been close to the Chakram of End, closer than most.
And now, the fire of vengeance burned in her veins. The demons would feel the weight of her wrath, no matter the cost.
“Indeed, we shall, Seventh”
The First Supre Monarch affird, his voice steady.
“We’ve lost millions of soldiers, we will not remain idle. You need not concern yourself”
As he spoke, he slowly turned his head to the side, his gaze settling with purpose.
“Eighth”
He continued, tone sharpened with curiosity.
“I understand you confronted a Demon Monarch on a distant planet during the siege of Sixth Base. Would you care to elaborate?”
All eyes shifted toward the Sword Saint, Null Michael, the Eighth Supre Monarch.
“As you’re all aware, my son is stationed at Military Base Alpha-6,”
The Sword Saint began, his voice calm and composed.
“However, through unknown ans, he was teleported to a different planet, directly into the presence of another Demon Monarch. He reached out to , and I had no choice but to rush to his aid without delay”
The Second Supre Monarch leaned forward, eyes sharp with urgency.
“And what of the Demon Monarch? Did you eliminate them? What did your son report? And how, exactly, did he end up there?”
He asked, firing off questions in rapid succession.
“I eliminated the Demon Monarch”
The Sword Saint replied with a quiet sigh.
“However, by the ti I arrived, my son had already escaped. I wasn’t able to question him”
The Second Supre Monarch narrowed his eyes, voice laced with skepticism.
“Are you saying your son managed to evade both you and a Demon Monarch?”
“Yes, he did. His affinity with space is exceptional. You’ll understand when you et him. After all, both you and the First Supre Monarch are masters of spatial magic”
The Sword Saint affird without hesitation.
Another voice cut through the tension, this ti, it was the Fourth Supre Monarch.
“Have you nothing to say, Ninth? Your son was stationed at the Sixth Base… which has been annihilated. Do you not mourn his death?”
He asked, his tone edged with challenge
The Ninth Supre Monarch, known as the Elental Witch Of Destruction, Crimson Mitchelle, remained composed, her gaze relaxed.
“I am well aware of my son’s capabilities. Even we, the Supre Monarchs, cannot stop him if he chooses leave”
She replied calmly, her voice carrying quiet confidence.
Following the conclusion of the Starborn Tournant, both Michael and Mitchelle experienced a profound shift in perspective regarding their son’s capabilities.
Witnessing his performance had only scratched the surface, what ca afterward left them in awe.
Curious and perhaps even a little unsettled, they questioned Anthony directly, asking how he had co to possess such a vast array of abilities.
With calm composure, he answered every inquiry patiently, even demonstrating techniques he had withheld during the tournant.
By the end, there was no doubt in their minds, their son was an anomaly.
So, even with the collapse of the military base, neither Michael nor Mitchelle feared the worst.
After all, Anthony had the Mirror Dinsion at his disposal, a realm he could escape into whenever danger closed in.
What none of them realized, however, was that the very person they were discussing had already saved the soldiers they believed to be dead.
“It seems the Eighth and Ninth hold high faith in their son’s abilities”
The Fourth Supre Monarch remarked with a faint smile, clearly not taking Mitchelle’s claim, that Anthony could escape even them, too seriously.
“We must focus on fortifying our bases”
The Third Supre Monarch interjected, his tone firm.
“If the demons shift their attention toward any of us next, we must be prepared”
His words were t with nods of agreent from the others.
Though retaliation was inevitable, they all understood one thing clearly: before striking back, they needed to establish order and lay down the necessary defenses.
“Also, since you both speak with such certainty about your son’s survival, we will need to question him directly when the ti cos”
The First Supre Monarch added, his tone asured yet firm
He didn’t dismiss Michael and Mitchelle’s words. As the First Supre Monarch, he could sense it, their powers had broken into an even higher threshold.
And there was more to consider. From the information he had gotten, the Fifth, Eighth, and Ninth had each slain beings from the galaxy’s top races, an accomplishnt few among those seated at this very table could claim.
And the Fifth, Eighth, Ninth were from the sa family, he knew there was sothing that had caused these changes and such explosive growth in their strengths. But he didn’t pry, their power had grown to sothing even he, the First couldn’t carelessly touch without repercussions.
The Fifth; The Lightning God; Null Collins.
Several more minutes passed as quiet discussions rippled among the Supre Monarchs, each voice carrying weight and intention.
At last, the First Supre Monarch spoke once more, his tone final.
“Since all has been decided, we begin our personal offensives five days from now”
As his words echoed through the chamber, his form began to dissolve into a fine, ethereal mist, fading slowly, until nothing remained.
One by one, the other Supre Monarchs followed suit, vanishing from the secret realm, leaving behind only silence… and the heavy sense that war between Monarchs was about to begin in earnest.
NEW PEAK
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