In the dim recesses of an underground chamber, the air vibrated with tension, an undercurrent of silent dread lacing each breath.
The room was filled with an uneasy murmur of nobility, their stately attire a stark contrast to the stark, austere setting.
In front of the screen broadcasting the livestream of the protest they had planned, a single figure stood – Susanoo Mikoto, his face a thunderous mask of fury.
With an abrupt, forceful gesture, he sent his cup of coffee flying, the porcelain shattering against the stone floor.
*CRASSSSSSHHHHHH*
The dark liquid splattered like blood, a foreboding echo of the chaos unfolding outside the Halo of Prosperity.
The sound of the breaking cup echoed ominously, the quiet chatter dying down instantly.
As Susanoo's rage radiated outwards, the gathered nobles exchanged wary glances, the reality of their situation sinking in.
