Mary Geoise Aftermath

Holy Land—Mary Geoise—Flower Room.

The Five Elders, who commanded awe and influence outside, now hung their heads and knelt trembling beneath the Empty Throne. They did not even dare let their eyes wander, as though waiting for someone to arrive.

"Click! Click! Click!"

The sound of high heels drew closer, as if each step landed on the Five Elders' hearts. With every step, their bodies trembled slightly.

Imu walked in from the doorway, ascended the steps one by one, and came before the throne. He sat down with complete ease.

"Tell me. What happened?" An incomparably imposing male voice came from above.

The Five Elders raised their heads to look at Imu on the Empty Throne. When they met his cold, merciless crimson eyes, a sense of submission swelled endlessly within them.

The five old men looked at one another. In the end, the old man in a black suit with a scar on his left cheek spoke. "We don't know!"

After saying that, he lowered himself, waiting for Imu's rebuke.

Sure enough, as soon as those words left his mouth, Imu spoke.

"You don't know? Then what use are you?"

"Lord Imu, we truly don't know!" The old man in a white robe, carrying a katana at his side, had no choice but to step forward and explain. "There were no signs whatsoever before this happened, and we don't know where that missile was fired from!"

"Hm." Imu replied indifferently. He actually knew about that kind of missile—it could take your life from ten thousand miles away. He had only asked in passing and had not expected the Five Elders to give him an explanation.

"Have any important events happened in the past decade or so?"

The last time Imu had awakened was more than ten years ago, when