Somewhere in the center of the universe, a group of powerful figures was engaged in a an important conversation.
The room was vast and cold, carved from a single block of black crystal that swallowed all light.
Twelve figures sat around a long, circular table that floated above the ground, its surface showing the swirling image of the universe itself.
Each one was wrapped in heavy black robes, their faces hidden by hoods.
Yet, even with their appearances concealed, the air trembled from the sheer power they carried.
Every one of them was an SSS rank existence — beings capable of ending worlds.
They were the Keepers of the End.
The room was silent for a long while. The only sound came from the soft hum of the runes around them. Finally, one of the figures broke the silence.
"She's moving again." The voice was deep.
Across the table, another figure leaned forward. "You mean the Witch?"
