A hall overflowing with dense, purified mana hummed with tension. It wasn't often that so many sovereigns of the universe gathered in one place. The chamber itself was grand—polished white marble floors lined with intricate runes, pillars carved from starstone, and a ceiling so high it seemed to disappear into a swirling mist of cosmic energy. Here sat the rulers of countless races, each one carrying an aura that could shake worlds. Yet despite their power, an unspoken weight pressed down on them. There was only one reason these beings would set aside their pride to meet: Dracula Highborn.
Odin, the all-seeing god and chief of the Asgardians, sat at the head of the table, his single eye gleaming like a storm contained. Beside him, Zeus lounged in his seat, barely concealing his irritation, lightning flickering faintly across his golden cuffs. The leaders of other godly pantheons flanked them, each carrying the same mixture of pride and unease.
