Empty Throne Hall aboard Noah.
Ever since Imu had grasped the authority over space and time.
The space here seemed stripped of every law of reality.
Boundless darkness formed the eternal backdrop.
Only countless tiny motes of light, like fragments of starlight, drifted slowly through the surroundings, forming a river of stars.
Even the concept of time had grown indistinct here.
Only absolute silence and majesty filled every inch of the air.
At the center of the hall.
A staircase seemingly condensed from the purest darkness and starlight stretched upward.
The high platform was still divided into three tiers.
Symbolizing the supreme position that transcended all living beings, transcended gods, and transcended laws.
At its end.
Stood the majestic, ancient Eternal and Creation Empty Throne, radiating an endlessly primordial aura.
Before Imu were planted swords and blades of every kind, gleaming with flowing light.
They had belonged to the twenty kings who had followed him in founding the World Government eight hundred years ago.
But ever since the Five Great Laws had enlightened their sword spirits, they had been given new names.
God's Blade.
As the two Giant God Soldiers in Golden Armor outside pulled open the doors.
Heavy footsteps shattered the hall's seemingly eternal silence.
Sengoku, with a Navy Fleet Admiral's Justice Cloak draped over his shoulders, dressed in a white suit and trousers, and several medals hanging from his chest, slowly entered the hall.
His steps were steady and powerful.
Every step he took upon the crimson carpet sent out a faintly glowing ripple of gold.
His gaze carried profound calm and absolute resolve.
Only when he looked toward the throne did it turn into heartfelt reverence.
He walked beneath the throne and stood upon the red carpet.
Without the slightest hesitation.
He clenched his right fist against