The **Martial World Sovereign's Hall** hummed with a restless energy. The twelve gods, no longer Elias's reluctant students but his formidable allies, stood gathered, their eyes fixed on the empty space where he had vanished. A palpable tension hung in the air, a blend of hope and deep-seated apprehension. Months had passed since Elias had retreated into the infinite recursion of his spiritual sea, and in that time, their own powers had grown exponentially, thanks to his relentless, often infuriating, tutelage. They were stronger, faster, and more harmonized than ever before. Yet, the memory of the Guardian's effortless power still lingered.
"He's been gone for months," Thane, the Lightning Law specialist, muttered, pacing restlessly. He gestured vaguely towards the ceiling, where, to their attuned senses, the distant thrum of the mini-universe's core could be felt. "The Guardian isn't just strong; he's… inevitable. He is the very essence of this universe's martial truth."
