Mid Sector 96 — Sand of Time Galaxy
"This is no longer acceptable."
Lord Saher raised his voice slightly. Although his expression remained composed, almost unnaturally calm, and his refined stance, with one hand placed neatly behind his back, reflected discipline and control, it was clear to anyone present that he was far from satisfied. Beneath that calm exterior, there was unmistakable displeasure, a restrained pressure that hinted at deeper frustration.
"Your personal issues have dragged on for far too long."
The place where Lord Saher stood was a vast hall bathed in a faint yellow hue resembling endless desert sands, yet it was far from ordinary. Strange temporal phenomena unfolded around them, moments stretching and contracting, grains of light drifting like suspended time itself, creating an atmosphere that felt both ancient and unstable. Despite the grandeur of the hall, only a handful of individuals were present.
