The Martial Unity

The Martial Masters silently witnessed the diverging wills of Martial Sages clash midair.

Every twitch, every movement, every breath they took.

It impacted the world.

It churned the air.

"Honestly, I think we should leave it to the Masters."

A fourth Sage-level aura overlapped upon the others.

The three of them frowned at the man who had just appeared.

He was lying down on the ground, sleeping.

"Why would you bother yourself with such tiresome work in the first place?" The man yawned, remarking absentmindedly.

Yet his eyes glinted with interest.

"We should be the ones asking you that…" The Breath Of Destruction narrowed her eyes. "…Sevian."

"Well, it's been a century since I partook in one of these. So I figured why not? Also…" Sage Sevian smiled lazily. "As much as I owe the kid one, it's not appropriate to dismiss the Master Council decision because of your selfish intentions.

The Sloth Sage of the Stamina Sect had made his choice.

The votes from the Martial Sages were tied two-to-two.

None of the Martial Sages uttered a word.

They didn't need to.

Their speech was for the sake of those who beheld them.

It was an unnecessary and primitive form of communication.

They needed much less.

of the eye

deafening silence echoed through

tension choked the air, wringing the atmosphere

a challenge for lesser

narrowed his eyes.

Martial Masters gasped as six more Sage-level auras spread through the

RUMBLE!

land beneath them shook in

the weight of ten Martial Sages weighed

shivered in terror as godly power radiated from the beings at the center of the assembly

They prayed.

that moment, there were no

to the very beings who inspired primordial fear from the depths of their

go a round or two any time if you lot

Arrancar. A profoundly deep bloodlust emerged from the very core of his being, so much so

yourself, fool," The Tempestuous Fortress, Sage Glacken, scowled at the leader of the Fire Sect as he protected the minds of the assembly from

along with the Mountain of

her fellow leader of the Fire Sect with a grin that featured a

dark scars that ran across the entirety of her fair skin could draw attention away from the sheer hulking mass of

twitch she made caused a tsunami of wind

no older than eight years old, glared

seemed to live in a different

her hair, swayed back and

made billions of impatient movements

She couldn't help it.

her perspective. It took a deep amount of patience to issue her words in a manner

support Prince

Lightning Sect, the Flickering Elder, had

expressed his support for the Void

for the Void Prince alongside

The air grew

"Hic…buuurp,"

at one

man…" The drunk woman remarked as she chugged from her wine bottle. "This liquor