Just like this, the once mighty Goldeen and Crow Clans that once ruled over thousands of quadrants had become no different from a zoo animal.
This level of humiliation was something that rotted and festered in their midst. Dyon didn't even raise a single finger, yet they were already prepared to collapse from the inside out. Everything… Everything was over for them.
At that time, the words spoken echoed through the silent hall. There were many of them in attendance, yet these words bounced off the walls as though they were not worth much at all.
It was at that time that the sound of footsteps slowly approaching caught them off guard.
A man with seven swinging black tails made his presence known. His face was cold and emotionless, his steps were without fear or hesitation, and his eyes flashed with an intelligent light, filled with endless cunning.
"Who are you?"
