"You may proceed."
As those words left his lips, they did not merely echo, they resonated like a sundering thunderclap that ruptured through the ears and souls of the Supreme Monarchs. Each syllable carried weight, not of mana, nor aura, nor any known force, but of authority. It was as though Anthony had spoken from a throne above the stars themselves, his words pressing down like an imperial decree that no law could contest.
Their shock soared, rising relentlessly as though striving to reach a peak that did not exist. "You may proceed." Those three words implied something far greater than simple permission. It was a declaration, an unspoken proclamation that he held dominion over this space, over this council, over them. As though the Eight Supreme Monarchs, existences revered by all within the military, now required his consent to speak.
For a moment, silence consumed the entire hidden realm.
