Holy Land, Mary Geoise.
Located atop the Red Line, it was said to be the place where gods resided.
In truth, it was simply the Celestial Dragons' hometown.
The Red Line, which separated the seas, gave those standing atop it a sense of ruling the world as they looked down upon the ocean.
And naturally, the Celestial Dragons thought so as well.
Ever since the twenty kings established the World Government, the royal families who called themselves Celestial Dragons had gradually grown arrogant.
They were descendants of gods, while everyone else was lowly commoners. With numerous violent institutions under their command, they possessed unparalleled control over the world.
And above the Five Elders stood an existence of even higher status.
One of the original twenty kings, who had presumptuously sat upon the supposedly empty throne.
Saint Imu.
Immortal, mysterious, and in control of everything.
Even the rampaging seas could not stir much emotion in him, as though he were merely watching a swarm of insects at play.
The Room of Flowers.
A mysterious, tall, slender figure wearing a crown stood there, his face obscured. He watched the five highest authorities in the world slowly kneel before him, his eyes utterly indifferent.
His intimidating red ring-patterned eyes possessed a force much like Mihawk's, perhaps even greater.
"Lord Imu..."
Kneeling respectfully and bowing before him, the Five Elders, usually so lofty and exalted, now crawled like dogs.
Austin stood with his arms folded. At some point, he had already appeared there, quietly listening from behind a pillar in the shadows.
Scarlet light burst from his eyes as he tried to peer into the future, ensuring that no accident occurred.
But...
There was nothing.
Imu showed no reaction. He merely sat quietly upon the throne, listening to the Five Elders' regular reports. Whether