Imu Appears

Deep within Pangaea Castle, before the throne shrouded in endless shadows, Imu slowly rose to her feet.

Her movements were unhurried, yet in that instant, the entire space seemed to tremble.

An indescribable pressure filled the air. An invisible force spread outward like ripples, seeming to warp even the surrounding light and making the massive black throne behind her appear even more unfathomable.

Her gaze remained cold as ever, piercing through the image before her and reaching the deepest part of the battlefield.

In the image, Jin An was tearing through enemies with his blade. Whitebeard's laughter echoed across the chaotic battlefield, while Loki had transformed into a black dragon, his raging flames sweeping across heaven and earth.

Meanwhile, the rebels were flooding onto the battlefield, fighting with all their strength against the World Government's oppression.

The corners of Imu's lips curved slightly. It was a smile mixed with mockery and curiosity, as though she were watching a farce that had unfolded exactly as she expected.

She raised her hand, her slender finger lightly touching the mirror's surface. Ripples immediately spread across the image.

Her gaze was deep and icy, carrying a detached calm from high above.

"These people..."

She spoke softly, her voice like a whisper from the abyss, echoing through the silent palace.

"They are somewhat useful in this game."

Her voice was light, yet it carried an irresistible authority, like the ruler of this world passing judgment on the pieces upon a chessboard.

Her fingertip lightly swept across the mirror again, and the image shifted to the rebels rushing into battle.

Countless ordinary people had taken up weapons, fury and hope burning in their eyes as they charged toward the World Government's lines.

Imu watched it all without the slightest flicker in her eyes.

She gently shook