The Final Summit.

The tension in the air was palpable as Hyeong Shin stood at the edge of the Zodiac Emperor's Court. The grand arena shimmered with an otherworldly light, a place suspended between realms. Twelve massive thrones circled the battlefield, each representing one of the Zodiac Warriors. Most of the seats were empty now—testament to the battles fought and lost—but a few remained occupied, the warriors' faces solemn as they awaited the conclusion of this epic saga.

Cheon Ho leaned forward in his seat, his brows furrowed in concern. "This is it," he whispered, his voice almost lost in the hum of the arena's energy. "The fight to decide it all."

Hyeong Shin tightened his grip on the divine blade. Its glow had dimmed slightly, as if sensing the immense power it was about to clash with. Across the court, the current Zodiac Emperor, an imposing figure clad in resplendent armor, rose from his throne. His gaze burned with a mixture of authority and raw power.