The city museum.
A hand reaches out, touching the glass.
The glass instantly vanishes.
The hand continues forward, resting on the bronze throne from thousands of years ago.
"This is the seat of the human emperor, but that emperor is long dead, or perhaps not? But none of that matters."
With these words, a white-haired elder sits down on the throne.
His entire body exudes deep crimson flames, with eyes devoid of whites or pupils, only complete darkness.
Yet his voice remains calm and serene:
"I've been confronting humanity for tens of thousands of years, with over six hundred epic battles, and seven or eight human heroes I acknowledge."
"Now, I eagerly anticipate your performance."
Facing the throne.
Two people stand below the steps.
A man and a woman.
The man shakes his head with a smile:
"Such a weak race, yet worthy of such admiration from the Destructive Main God?"
"If you view humanity this way, why not destroy Earth?" The elder said indifferently.
