The Hall of Judges was a place few had ever seen— and even fewer had left unscathed.
It was an enormous, cathedral-like structure, carved from obsidian and etched with thousands of ancient energy runes. These runes pulsed faintly, a testament to the sheer amount of power that had been gathered here over centuries.
It wasn't just a hall.
It was a throne room for those who dictated the very laws of the world.
And now, Echo stood before them.
The Masters of Power
Seated before him were the Judges of Energy.
They were not warriors.
They were not kings.
They were something beyond that.
These were the beings who had spent centuries some even millennia studying, refining, and controlling the very essence of power itself.