Somewhere beyond the glowing perimeter of the Timeless City, under the veil of a false celestial dome, a ruin-strewn wasteland spread like a dead scar. Wind howled through shattered monuments.
Amidst this desolation, Constant Baron-5 and Constant Baron-9, with Constant Baron-1's clone, stood atop a jagged obsidian platform, surrounded by eight silent Noble Assassins.
The teleportation array beneath them was already fading into dormancy, replaced by a web of sinister runes etched into the ground, black as oil and humming with malicious intent.
"Let's set the Sword Sigil Array," Constant Baron-9 murmured, before a strange crystal orb appeared that floated in her palm. "But are you sure we can drag her here?!"
Constant Baron-5 cracked his knuckles with a brutish grin. "We've baited her well enough. Given her current situation, she had no other choice but to come here. Neither can she offend another top brass, nor can she sit still while seeing this chance."
