As the meeting at the Hunter Association concluded, Kim stepped out into the cool night air.
The weight of the world's fate rested heavily on his shoulders, but there was a glint in his eyes that spoke of secrets yet untold.
He made his way through the quiet streets of Seoul, his mind wandering to places and times beyond the comprehension of those he had just left behind.
The truth, as he had presented it, was but a fraction of the whole – a carefully curated narrative designed to galvanize humanity against the coming storm.
Kim found himself in a secluded park, far from prying eyes.
Here, surrounded by the whisper of leaves and the soft glow of distant city lights, he allowed himself a moment of vulnerability.
"Athena, open forced interlink," he murmured, his voice barely audible.
Instantly, his vision shifted.
The world around him became awash in streams of ethereal energy, pulsing and flowing like cosmic rivers.
