Deep within Pangaea Castle, in the Hall of Power.
This sacred hall, which had stood for eight hundred years, was the heart of the World Government's power and the symbol of the Celestial Dragons' rule over the world.
The hall's floor was paved with solid slabs of white jade, smooth as mirrors, reflecting people's silhouettes. Reliefs of the Twenty Creation Kings adorned the walls, each bearing the arrogance of one looking down upon all living beings. At the far end stood five thrones symbolizing supreme authority, currently occupied by five men who determined the fate of the world.
The Five Elders.
Jaygarcia Saturn Saint sat on the leftmost throne, holding a thick notebook of experimental records, his pen gliding rapidly across the paper as he muttered something under his breath. He was bald and wore round glasses, with a gentle smile on his face but no warmth in his eyes. As the Warrior God of Science and Defense, he was calculating the losses of this war and how many biological weapons remained available for deployment.
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro sat beside Saint Saturn, polishing the First Generation Kitetsu in his hands with a piece of pure white silk. The blade gleamed with an eerie black light, as though countless vengeful spirits were howling within it. He was bald, wore thin-framed round glasses and white Taoist robes, and always had a gentle smile on his face. Yet every stroke as he polished the Demon Sword carried a heart-chilling coldness.
Saint Topman Warcury sat on the central throne, his burly frame like an iron tower, his head bald and his face sporting his signature drooping mustache. His face was always stern and expressionless, his hands held behind his back, like a judge waiting to deliver a verdict.
Saint Shepherd Ju Peter sat