Meanwhile, in the divine realm, nestled between the heaven and immortal realm, a handsome gray-eyed man sat at an opulent table in a magnificent castle made of gold.
His eyes were formidable, so deep they seemed to pierce the fabric of existence, radiating timeless wisdom and power.
His attire, adorned with precious jewels, was nothing short of divine. He exuded a solemn air that mirrored his mood, yet the servants around him were not the least bit scared as they carried out their tasks.
The solemn image shattered as the man grumbled, causing the servants to sigh at the irony of their lord's aura and behavior.
The man pointed at one of the servants.
"You, come here!"
The beautiful woman stepped forward without complaint and bowed respectfully.
"My lord, Keeper of Time, how may this servant assist you?"
The man slammed his hand on the table.
