In the grand hall of the main palace, heroes gathered with watchful eyes, like tigers waiting for their prey.
Miles furrowed his brow slightly deeper. Among those present, all were at least at the mid-stage Magus Body Refining Stage, with several emanating an aura so formidable that he felt a genuine threat to his life.
However, those individuals only glanced at him briefly before resuming their merriment—drinking, watching the dancers, and entertaining themselves.
The music continued, becoming more joyful. In the hall, the dancers swayed gracefully, their movements light and agile. Their steps were like startled swans, delicate enough to be carried by the breeze.
But at that moment, the person seated in the central position waved his hand. The music ceased immediately, and the dancers retreated to the sides, standing silently.
Aizen's gaze followed to the central area.