Garden of Vanity, main hall.
The Heroic Spirits and Masters who had received the summons arrived one after another, gathering here. The atmosphere was solemn, heavy with the oppressive sense of an approaching storm.
Once everyone had assembled, Samael, seated upon the throne, guiltily glanced to either side.
The Assyrian Empress and the Eastern beauty standing on opposite sides of the steps still maintained elegant postures and smiling expressions before the others, as though nothing had happened.
Yet the faintly darkened looks on the two femme fatales' faces beneath the shadows, along with the sidelong glances they occasionally cast his way, seemed to deliberately—or inadvertently—reveal threads of danger, making the culprit somewhat apprehensive.
That was close!
Samael muttered to himself, turned his face aside to avoid the murderous gazes focused on him, cleared his throat, and swiftly steered the conversation back on track.
"Everyone, Yggdmillennia's scouting Earth Golems have come knocking. It seems they've already located the Garden."
As he spoke, the Ancient Serpent tossed an eyeball-shaped gemstone that carried a faint sense of surveillance into the air. Its dim gaze swept across everyone in the hall.
"So, are you ready?"
"Wherever Your Majesty's blade points is where our hearts shall follow!"
At once, the Heroic Spirits and Masters slightly bowed in unison, struck their right fists against their chests, and pledged their loyalty and hearts to the King upon the jade throne.
Samael nodded in satisfaction. One hand supported his chin while the other swept forward, a pleased curve rising at the corner of his lips.
"Very good. Then raise the sails and set forth!"
Upon hearing this, Semiramis at his side rose slightly and made a grasping motion with her right hand. Crimson-purple Magic Formations coalesced in the air, interlocking and rotating at the Assyrian Empress's gesture.
**Buzz!