It was an indescribable whisper, a shiver deep in the soul, and an irresistible murmur.
Anyone who comes into contact with them will lose their consciousness completely in an instant, becoming a puppet controlled by them.
But now they are all locked up.
This is a prison.
A prison that has existed for countless years.
At this moment, within a certain grand hall of this magnificent city, shadowy figures are slowly stepping inside.
At the entrance of the hall stand two silver statues, their eyes emitting a dazzling diamond-like radiance, their hands empty but posed as if holding swords, standing motionless before the hall.
In the center of the hall is a swirling nebula.
The floor is made of light blue crystals, allowing glimpses into the void below. There are golden chairs on all four sides, seemingly floating on clouds, and as these shadows take their seats, they gradually solidify into diverse beings.
These seem to be their incarnations.
