Chapter 487
A vast field stretched out before them, cleared and sunken, the land severed with unnaturally sharp edges. The sight was unnatural, the destruction too precise, too absolute, as if reality itself had been carved away.
A heavy silence followed, the gathered rulers absorbing the implications of what they were seeing.
Wulv’s gaze lingered on the image before he finally turned back to the others.
"This," he said, "is the aftermath of the Beast King using its talent."
No one spoke immediately. There was no need—what lay before them was already unsettling enough.
The image of Zirikon shifted, seamlessly merging into the newly displayed scene. The gathered rulers watched as the projection now depicted a golden portal standing ominously behind him, shimmering like liquid gold against the backdrop of the cleared-out field.
Wulv’s expression darkened as he raised a hand, gesturing toward the portal.
"This," he stated, "is evidence that Krogan—and this Zirikon figure—possess a teleportation technology."
His voice was measured, but the weight of his words was undeniable. The air in the room grew heavier as the implications sank in.
"This technology," Wulv continued, "is something we have long restricted—The Gates."
A tense silence followed. The Gates were not meant to be used freely. The godlings themselves had ensured that.