245: Calista
"You want the world's core."
The instant those words left The Clown's lips, the already stifling atmosphere became worse.
The atmosphere was one of eerie silence, interrupted only by the faint murmurs and gasps of those gathered. The setting, a once-grand occasion to have a meeting with the seven Divine beings, now felt suffocating, as if the air itself had thickened with the weight of the events that had unfolded.
In the sea of the Underworld officials, there were five individuals whose presence invoked a feeling of… mysticism.
These five individuals were at the forefront of the Underworld officials, and no Underworld official dared to stay in a 100m radius of the five individuals.
If not for the presence of the five divine beings, the presence of these five individuals would have taken the attention of every single being in this grand hall.
Well, except The Clown.