The days leading up to the Immortal Realm Power Gathering were filled with preparation and unease. While the Eternal Jade Sect buzzed with anticipation, Azmodeus remained cloistered in his quarters, sharpening his mind for what lay ahead. His ascension to Honorary Elder had garnered him a mix of admiration and scorn, but it wasn't the opinions of the sect members that concerned him—it was the storm brewing beneath the surface of the realms.
Azmodeus had spent months weaving himself into the web of Eternal Jade politics, but the Gathering was an entirely different beast. It would bring together the most powerful and cunning figures from every major faction, their schemes and ambitions forming an invisible battlefield as dangerous as any physical duel. It was an opportunity to rise—or to fall, irrevocably.
