Tale of War

Everyone stayed silent as they sat on their chairs and their eyes were glued on Yama. Although he had retracted his Overlord aura, there was an air around him that called for respect. Therefore no one wished to accidentally interrupt him, so even when he finished speaking, no one dared to open their mouths.

"Some of you are from the same generation as me," Yama said with his archaic voice, and a few of them nodded their heads. "Others are younger. Some have already passed the prime of their lives. Some have reached the apex while others are starting to shine just now. Some are tired and exhausted while others are eager and filled with energy."

"Let me start with a story." Yama continued to speak; his words carried such weight that everyone felt their minds tremble just listening to him.