What shocked Gravik even more was that—
Not only did the guards outside fail to enter, but even the loyal confidants in the meeting room remained completely motionless.
Not a single person carried out his order.
They did not even spare him a glance.
"Are you all deaf?!"
A trace of unease rose in Gravik's heart as he raised his voice again.
"I told you to seize him! Didn't you hear my order?!"
Still, no one moved, and no one spoke.
The meeting room was so silent that one could hear a pin drop, as though even the sound of breathing had nearly vanished.
At that moment, Gravik finally sensed that something was wrong.
A soft chuckle shattered the silence.
The fake Gravik strolled forward at an unhurried pace.
As he advanced step by step—
The confidants who had previously remained indifferent suddenly rose to their feet in unison.
They all bowed respectfully to the impostor.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, without the slightest hesitation.
Watching this scene, Gravik seemed to understand something.
This was a long-planned coup!
A coup that had hollowed out his entire power structure right under his nose!
"Clap, clap, clap."
Suppressing the shock in his heart, he calmly applauded.
"Brilliant. Truly brilliant."
Gravik looked at the impostor who had approached him, still maintaining the composure of a king unruffled by change.
"I never expected that among us Skrull survivors, there would be such a deeply hidden talent as you."
He swept his gaze over the subordinates bowing to the impostor, his tone dripping with mockery.
"I don't know what terms you promised them, nor what methods you used to make every one of my carefully selected subordinates choose betrayal. I have to admit, you are indeed quite skilled at political maneuvering."
"However, you seem to