Prologue

Sacred Land of Marie Geoise

Inside a majestic room of the Pangaea Castle, adorned with ancient statues, precious carpets, heavy velvet curtains, and sparkling chandeliers, stood an imposing round table surrounded by five chairs. This was where the world's leaders, known as the Five Elders, sat to deliberate on crucial matters that shaped the destiny of nations. On the wall behind them loomed a monumental portrait of the one they devoutly served, the master of the World Government.

As the heavy carved door opened with a creak, five silhouettes appeared, advancing with measured steps. Leading the way was Saint Jaygarcia Saturn, followed by Saint Marcus Mars. Next came Saint Topman Warcury, then two other saints who progressed side by side: Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro and Saint Berger Jupeter.

Saint Saturn, his cavernous voice carrying the weight of centuries past, broke the silence, "Eight hundred years... Eight hundred years that the Fruit of Infinity has eluded us, snatched away by those damned Gojo D."

"Those eyes..." murmured Saint Marcus Mars, a chilling shiver running through the assembly. "That power that defies the fundamental laws of nature itself. One man has decimated our armies like mere twigs."

Saint Ethanbaron ran a trembling hand over his face, marked by old scars whitened by time. "We may have defeated him, but at what cost? As long as his lineage endures, our authority remains threatened."

"Disturbing rumors are circulating," intervened Saint Shepard, his nervous fingers drumming on the table. "Some members may have survived our purge..."

"Then we will hunt them down," Saint Saturn declared with an implacable voice, "until the last."