The conference room of the Twelve Apostles was suffused with silence. The round table gleamed like polished ivory, its flawless white surface reflecting the twelve symbols carved into the walls—each representing one Apostle. The very air shimmered with mana so dense that even the walls seemed to groan under its weight.
One by one, the Apostles filled their seats, their presences clashing like blades. No mortal eye could withstand the sight of them gathered, no untrained body survive the sheer pressure. Yet within these walls, the strongest Guild leaders in the world sat as equals.
The last to arrive was Virgo. Her silver hair trailed behind her like a comet’s glow as she glided to her seat. Her expression was calm, unreadable as ever, though her blue eyes shone faintly in the pallid ligh
