บท 138: Ten Thousand Lightning Valley

"Sovereigns," Aurelia whispered, her eyes wide as she looked up at the seven figures that appeared through the crack in space. Each figure radiated an aura of grace and strength, their presence overwhelming and commanding.

The moment they appeared, everyone in the crowd bowed deeply. Even the Saint, who usually stood tall and composed, lowered himself in respect. 

"Greetings to the Seven Elders of Ten Thousand Lightning Valley. What brings you here today?" he asked, his voice steady but filled with underlying tension. Of course, he knew why they had come, but out of formality, he had to ask.

The Seven Elders didn't respond. Instead, their eyes shifted toward Fruity, who still had his hand resting on the pillar. Their expressions remained unreadable, but the intensity of their gaze spoke volumes.