In the royal palace of Midgar, an emergency meeting had been called. High-ranking knights and nobles sat at a grand round table, tension thick in the air.
At the head of the table, a woman clad in ornate golden armor tapped her fingers against the polished wood. Her gaze was sharp, unwavering. She was Seraphina, Grand Inquisitor of the Golden Saints—a secret order sworn to maintain balance against supernatural threats.
"The Cult of Diablos is in turmoil," she stated. "And a new figure, the so-called Hollow Emperor, has emerged."
The knights exchanged uneasy glances.
"We have fought against the Cult for centuries," one of them spoke. "But if this Shadow truly wields the power of the Hollow Emperor... should we not be concerned?"
Seraphina narrowed her eyes. "We do not bow to self-proclaimed kings. We shall test him ourselves. If he is a threat to this world, then we shall be the ones to bring him down."
She stood, her golden cape billowing behind her.
"Prepare our forces. The Golden Saints shall march."