How could a God of Destruction possibly bow his head to a mortal?! His voice had grown weak, yet it still carried that stubborn refusal to admit defeat.
Vados said nothing more. She merely shook her head lightly, so subtly that almost no one would have noticed.
There was no expression on her face as she quietly followed behind him.
Planet Sadala, royal palace hall.
The enormous dome towered overhead, its murals depicting the history of Saiyan conquests. Under the gentle lighting, it appeared both solemn and rugged.
Thick stone pillars supported the entire space, while the polished floor gleamed like a mirror, reflecting the floating spheres of energy above.
The atmosphere in the hall was oppressive.
Chen Feng had returned to the grand throne carved from dark stellar cores. He rested his chin on one hand, his posture seemingly casual, yet the pressure he exuded was impossible to conceal.
Hit stood in the shadows behind the throne like a loyal shadow guard, so quiet that he hardly seemed alive.
Only the occasional opening of his eyes revealed a trace of coldness, proving that he was still there.
Below the throne, Cabba stood straight, his expression solemn.
Caulifla could barely contain her curiosity. Her eyes kept darting toward the hall doors, then she tried her best to put on a more dignified appearance.
Kale stood quietly beside her sister, head lowered and hands clenched tightly, her entire body radiating tension.
The doors slowly opened with a dull sound.
Champa appeared.
He practically dragged himself inside. His clothes were tattered and covered in dust and dried purple bloodstains, while his face was bruised and swollen. He walked awkwardly and with great difficulty, each step accompanied by faint panting.
He looked utterly out of place in this magnificent hall, wretched beyond