Tens of thousands of kilometers from the Atlantic Ocean battlefield, an isolated island shrouded year-round in black mist floated silently deep within the raging sea.
Space constantly warped around the island, and naturally formed spatial rifts flickered in and out of existence. Any satellite, radar, or detection equipment that approached this place would lose its signal completely.
This was Dark Moon Headquarters.
An ancient black castle towered over the island, as though it had stood for countless ages.
In the deepest part of the castle, the Full Moon Council hall spanned hundreds of meters. A pitch-black full moon slowly rotated above its dome, radiating cold, eerie moonlight.
A pitch-black round table stood silently in the center of the hall, surrounded by nine thrones.
At the very top stood the Moon Lord's throne, the symbol of Dark Moon's supreme authority. It remained empty.
On the black-and-gold throne below, the First Seat sat quietly. A massive screen floated before him, showing the live broadcast of Lin Jin cleaving the Kingdom of Light open with a single slash.
The entire hall was silent. Only when Solomon was driven back by a slash on the screen did the First Seat slowly raise his hand, extinguishing the image.
The hall sank into darkness again.
After a brief silence, the First Seat's low, hoarse voice slowly rang out. "Did you all see that? Lin Jin has already reached heights beyond our estimates."
"From today onward, all plans targeting Lin Jin himself are canceled. No member of Dark Moon is to initiate combat with him. Anyone who disobeys will die."
As the final words fell, even the air in the hall seemed to grow colder.
No sooner had he finished speaking than seven thrones lit up at once, and figures slowly emerged from the darkness.
They were