Anthony and Vega sat together, scrolling through their phones, laughing at intervals as they came across various outrageous comments online from whatever social platform they were on. Kingsley, for the most part, simply sat in silence, his gaze fixed on the transparent glass of the military aircraft as it tore through the endless void of the galaxy.

His golden eyes glimmered faintly, reflecting the countless stars and vibrant nebulas that streaked past them in radiant waves of color. As a man who had lived for more than a century, he could hardly recall the last time he had even touched a phone. To him, such mortal creations were little more than distractions, mundane toys that served no purpose for beings of their level.

But, even now, he couldn't understand why Anthony and Vega still found joy in using them.

As the three of them sat together, a sharp mechanical chime broke through the air.

Beep.

"We are ten minutes out from arrival. Requesting signal permission to cross the world's barrier," the military aircraft's AI intoned, its voice flat and emotionless, echoing through every corridor and chamber of the ship.

Anthony's eyes drifted away from his phone as he tilted his head slightly. "It seems we've arrived," he said, pressing the power button. The screen flickered dark before the device vanished into his system space in a swirl of faint light.

"It seems so," Vega replied softly, mirroring his movement. Her phone disappeared into her space ring, and she rose gracefully to her feet. Kingsley didn't speak, but a faint smile crept across his lips. He had been growing tired from the monotony of travel, but now, finally, something was about to happen, his boredom was nearing its end.

Without another word, the trio made their way toward the door. With a sharp hiss, it slid open, revealing a long metallic hallway illuminated by pale white lights that pulsed gently along the walls. Their steps echoed as they advanced toward the control room, where the five Supreme Monarchs accompanying them were seated, their presences vast and overwhelming even when silent.

Upon entering, Anthony gave the Monarchs a calm nod before taking a seat, with Vega and Kingsley following suit beside him.

"Permission granted. Breaching the world's barrier," the AI declared once more, its tone steady and mechanical.

The aircraft's speed surged in an instant, and the stars outside stretched into streaks of light as the vessel tore forward like a celestial spear. Soon, the distant planet filled the view ahead, its shimmering barrier visible even from space, an immense veil of radiant energy enveloping it. The aircraft plunged through without resistance, descending like a comet streaking across the heavens.

Anthony's eyes glowed faintly as his All Seeing Eyes activated, his vision piercing effortlessly through the metallic walls of the ship. Beyond them, he could see other aircraft arriving in perfect synchronization, each carrying delegations from different races and factions. One by one, they slowed, their engines dimming as they prepared to land.

Within moments, Anthony's aircraft reached the ground, hovering just a few meters above the surface. The five Supreme Monarchs rose to their feet in unison, their demeanors shifting immediately. The atmosphere grew tense, the air heavier and sharper, almost as though the very wind was being sliced apart by their combined auras.

Anthony observed them quietly, unfazed. He understood that such displays were expected, necessary, even. In a gathering filled with planetary-level powerhouses, it was only natural for each side to assert their dominance through aura and presence.

Together, the Five Monarchs, Anthony, Vega, and Kingsley approached the hatch. With another hiss, it opened, and the world outside welcomed them with immense pressure. Gravity crashed down like an invisible tidal wave, so dense and oppressive it could have crushed a mountain. Yet none of them reacted. Their bodies, refined and strengthened beyond mortal limits, endured it as easily as one would breathe.

Kingsley's gaze swept the horizon, awe flickering across his usually composed face. Above the clouds floated enormous structures, colossal buildings suspended in the sky without any visible foundation. Around them stretched vast landscapes of radiant flora and majestic fauna.

Trees of unimaginable height reached toward the heavens, their leaves glimmering faintly under the sunlight, while fields of multicolored plants swayed gently to the rhythm of the celestial wind. Birds with crystalline feathers chirped as they soared through the air, wings glinting with prismatic light.

"Beautiful," Kingsley murmured under his breath. He could feel it, the very essence of this world was different. Everything here seemed alive in a way he hadn't felt before. The trees, the mountains, even the stones themselves seemed to hum faintly with calm presence as though the entire planet was a living entity.

'But how can birds even fly here, with such crushing gravity pressing down on everything?' he wondered silently, unable to comprehend it. After a moment of thought, a realization dawned. 'Perhaps it's because they were born here. Their bodies must have adapted naturally to this world's laws.' The logic seemed sound enough, and he let the thought fade away.

"If I hadn't been to the Divine Realm, or hadn't trained in my parents' chambers, I would probably think this was the purest and densest mana I've ever encountered," Vega said calmly. Though she wasn't as fascinated as Kingsley, her purple eyes still wandered curiously, darting from one detail to another.

"Well… it's sort of beautiful," Anthony admitted, his tone casual but slightly unimpressed. He had seen too many extraordinary things to be easily moved, but even he couldn't deny this planet's grandeur.

"Where should we go now?" Kingsley asked, turning toward Anthony and Vega.

Anthony remained silent for a moment before responding, "We'll stay put for now. Look around, none of the other races have moved from their positions either. A guide should be arriving any moment."

Vega and Kingsley nodded, accepting his words without question. The three of them floated effortlessly near their aircraft, maintaining a calm and watchful posture. The Five Supreme Monarchs stood nearby, silent as statues, their expressions blank and unreadable. The First Monarch had already dispelled the haze that normally concealed his form, revealing his true body, a presence so sharp and heavy that even standing near him felt suffocating.

As Anthony observed the scene, he noticed something interesting. Those who waited patiently for a guide, much like their group, appeared to belong to what could be considered the "weaker" factions of the top galactic races, though by no means weak in absolute terms.

Dragons, Elves, Vampires, Titans, Fishkin, Plantfolk, and other mighty lineages stood among them, their pride evident in their posture, their power palpable even in stillness. Yet compared to the true apex races, they were mid-tier at best. Anthony didn't care for such distinctions, however. Such status meant little to him. He simply waited.

From the distance, another aircraft descended slowly, its hull gleaming like molten silver under the sunlight. As it landed beside them, its hatch opened, and eight figures emerged, each radiating an immense aura that rippled through the sky like waves of pressure. Even so, the older generation among them restrained themselves; they knew their true might could easily kill the younger ones by presence alone.

The eight newcomers surveyed the area, their eyes sharp and calculating. The tension in the air thickened as every group sized the others up in silence. Then, suddenly, a voice, cold, disdainful, and dripping with arrogance, cut through the stillness like a blade.

"Tsk," the man sneered, his tone filled with contempt. "Why are we inviting humans to a gathering of such status?"

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