After securing the inheritance from the two newly promoted Commanders, Edward carefully picked them up and transported them to join the other High Councillors of the *Truth Order*.
Upon his arrival, one of the Councillors, a tall figure with an air of authority, exclaimed in surprise. "I didn't expect you to get back so soon!"
The realization struck the Councillor: there were only nine High Councillors in the Truth Order, and he had known each of them personally.
The implication of Edward's return meant that the organization had just gained another member—a source of immense satisfaction for him.
"My codename is *Lightning Emperor*," the Councillor introduced himself, a hint of pride in his voice.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Edward replied, "*Void Emperor*."
It was fitting; those who reached the *Demigod* realm often referred to themselves as Emperors, and Edward specialized in *space magic*, making his title particularly suitable.
"Ah, another unique magic! I look forward to seeing how it unfolds. I'll meet you at the next meeting organized by the Prophet," Lightning Emperor said before departing.
"Okay," Edward responded, watching the Councillor leave.
Once Lightning Emperor was gone, Edward decided to exit the secret realm. He secretly changed back to his previous appearance, slipping into the royal procession team he had initially arrived with.
As he mingled with them, he discovered that their gains from the secret realm had been minimal compared to the opportunities he had seized for the Truth Order.
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*In the Void*
Meanwhile, *Lucas*, observing everything from a higher plane, wore a meaningful smile.
He was satisfied with how events had unfolded, particularly the rise of the Truth Order and its potential for future endeavors. However, his smile quickly faded, replaced by a frown as he sensed disturbances in the *River of Time*.
Without hesitation, Lucas jumped into the river, traversing its depths.
Moments later, he emerged, frowning deeply. What had been a stable flow just seconds ago was now rife with ripples and waves. These disturbances indicated that a powerful entity, possibly nearing the *Emptiness Ascension Realm*, was focusing its gaze on the *Grand Magus World*.
Having established an organization and laid the groundwork for future ambitions, Lucas felt it necessary to act.
He didn't want to leave without ensuring the safety and stability of the world he had come to appreciate.
He tore open a *space passage*, stepping into its depths.
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*In a Cold and Gloomy Atmospheric Void*
In the dark expanse, an enigmatic entity shrouded in black fog surveyed the **Grand Magus World**.
Its presence was chilling, and a voice, devoid of warmth, echoed through the void.
"This world is just right for the ceremony. You can start the procession."
"Yes, Ruler of Constellations," a creepy voice replied, reverberating through the emptiness.
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**Grand Magus World**
Back in the Grand Magus World, the masks of all **Truth Order** members began to heat up, signaling the summoning of the Prophet. Instinctively, each member pressed the stars embedded in their masks. An ethereal summoning force enveloped them, pulling them into the void.
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**Truth Order Grand Cathedral**
The scene shifted to the **Truth Order Grand Cathedral**, a magnificent structure that blended the somber elegance of a cathedral with the imposing presence of a gathering of the most powerful beings in the realm.
In the cathedral's spacious hall, the long head table stretched prominently down the center, flanked by two elegantly draped tables on either side. At the head table, two distinguished individuals sat at either end. Their mere presence commanded attention and respect, embodying the authority of the Truth Order.
Surrounding them were fourteen guests seated at the side tables, arranged with a careful balance of formality and grandeur. The architecture of the cathedral radiated a solemn beauty, emphasizing the importance of this gathering.
As the members of the Truth Order assembled, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation.
Each member could sense the weight of the moment; they were about to receive important news from their enigmatic Prophet, a figure whose vision and power shaped their destinies.
As the last of the members materialized in the hall, the ambient energy shifted. All eyes turned toward the head table, awaiting the Prophet response for the conference. Edward felt a mix of excitement and trepidation.
This meeting could shape the future not only for the Truth Order but for the entire **Grand Magus World**.
With the members settled and the air crackling with potential, the time for discussion drew near.