As those words fell, whether consciously or unconsciously, every single person in the room turned toward one individual.
An old man sat three seats away from the Chairman.
His complexion was unusually pale. His right sleeve hung empty. One arm was missing.
His expression remained indifferent despite the numerous gazes directed toward him.
The old man continued calmly.
"The Origin Battlefield. The Universal Cornerstone. The disappearance of several awakeners in the world. Any one of these matters should have been enough to occupy the universe's complete attention for years."
He paused briefly.
"But for some reason…" His gaze slowly shifted toward the floating name. "…that matter, which initially concerned the entire universe, has now become concentrated upon our heads."
The Chairman lightly waved his hand. The holographic words suspended above the table immediately disappeared.
In their place, a three-dimensional image slowly materialized.
