{A/n : DON'T READ THIS CHAPTER }
After several years since the devastating , the Human realm had made significant strides in its recovery from the profound destruction wrought by the war. Slowly but surely, the scars were healing, and the realm was regaining its former vitality.
Within a room that had become a central hub for the assembly of the new Human leaders, following the tragic demise of the Great Seven beings at the hands of the Demon Queen, all Ten of them now gathered around a round table. This council of leaders would play a pivotal role in guiding the realm towards a brighter future, one born from the ashes of their past.
A voice resonated within the room, originating from a wise pastel pink-haired woman who appeared to embody wisdom. She spoke, "So, you are saying, 'They' will come."
