*Rumble!~*
The space increasingly gave off an ominous aura, increasing the sense of foreboding for every lifeform above. The atmosphere was thick with an otherworldly tension, causing the realm itself to tremble as though it had never experienced this before.
"What's going on now?"
Abruptly, a golden-armored middle-aged man with a mustache above his lips and three horns on his head stood up, his expression appearing furious as he turned to look at a white-haired, fiery-orange-robed elder.
"It's been a few days since the Astral Forgeheart Minor Realm has been mysteriously sealed. Just what the fuck is going on!?"
*Booom!~*
