In the grand Hall of the Primordial Chaos Sect, Adams sat on his throne, one hand resting on his chin, eyes closed in a peaceful but commanding posture. The aura around him was still, yet the power emanating from him felt undeniable, saturating the room. His father, Laden, and mother, Aria, were seated beside him, each stealing glances at their son, while Lovigary and Lokk, his younger brothers, stood nearby, observing quietly.
The tension in the room was light, though a certain anticipation hung in the air. Aria's brow furrowed slightly as she watched Adams, trying to decipher his mood.
"Who are we waiting for?" she finally asked, her voice soft yet curious, her gaze lingering on her son.
