"It's been a while since we all last gathered in this room," Metatron said with a smile.
The last time all of them sat around this round table, they had watched Thirteen fight against the Ancient Eight-Headed Serpent.
Ever since they witnessed the teenage boy's might back then, they unanimously recognized the young man as one of their members.
They no longer looked down on his rank. After all, though they knew they were strong, even they wouldn't have the guts to fight a Majin King, especially an ancient one who had lived for countless years in the world of Gomorra.
Metatron didn't seem to mind the silence, understanding they were all waiting for him to explain why he had been in such a rush to summon all of them.
"Some of you may or may not know about the weakening of the barrier that protects Solterra and Pangea," Metatron said. "In other words, outside forces will soon be able to freely enter both worlds.
