In the depths of the Northern Plains.
Sharp, biting winds howl year-round.
The vast expanse stretching over thousands of miles is covered in permafrost, several hundreds of feet deep, comparable to stone itself. No creature can survive here, even traces of the devils are extremely rare.
Yet in the recent days.
The tranquility of the Northern Plains was shattered by numerous figures radiating a terrifying aura.
A ninety-nine story, pitch-black tower looms above the snowy ground. The countless marks etched onto its surface by relentless storm winds over millions of years tell a silent story of the passage of time.
Below the tower.
Nearly one hundred figures quietly sat, each emanating a dreadful energy exclusive to Monarch Level beings.
Among them were powerhouses from the Dayin Imperial Family and various provinces, people clad in beast skins, and prominent figures who bared their chest from numerous countries and islands in the Eastern Sea.
