The Unyielding Truth was an organization founded by Drakonia ten years ago specifically to address the awakening of the gods of the West. It was a subordinate group supported by the four Wardens.


    To ensure the personal safety and confidentiality of the members, the Wardens imposed information restrictions, with everyone in the organization using the names of the 36 Heavenly Stars as code names. Philix had been the one to suggest using the names, a suggestion that came from his entric humor.


    Currently, the organization had 29 formal members. Apart from Kilmort, who had not yet been assessed, the others were mostly at the quasi-demigod level.


    Among them, the three founders-Battlestar, Gcstar, and Hexstar-were particrly formidable, especially Hexstar. He was able to predict the awakening of the gods of the West and devise strategies for operations.


    ...


    Many had gathered at the Unyielding Truth''s headquarters, each bearing scars.


    "Has the headquarters been attacked?"


    "With the three big shots here, the headquarters is definitely safe."


    As they spoke, Oswald entered the building, his expression dark as he carried Balmort''s remains on his back. Behind him was a man with a deeply sorrowful expression. Despite his somewhat unsettling demeanor, those around him could sense his distinctive aura.


    His tall and slender figure sported traditional robes. He also wore a retro hat atop his long hair and exuded the air of a poet from ancient times. On his face was a blend of mncholy, resolve, and dominance. His appearance sent chills down the spine of onlookers. "ce him over there, Xealoth," amanding voice resonated through the crowd.N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner.


    "Yes," Oswald replied in a daze before carefully lowering the body to the ground. He looked at Landrich, who had once been a spirited individual but had now transformed into such a solemn presence. Oswald felt a little lost.


    The man behind crouched down and patted his shoulder. "It''s alright, Oswald. You can stand," he said while trying to suppress the sobs in his voice.


    Oswald slowly regained hisposure and stood up hesitantly.


    "I''m sorry, Master Melton, for showing you such a sight..."


    "Oswald..."


    Hearing Oswald address him as ''Master'',plex emotions overcame the man''s heart.


    "Please be seated, everyone." The solemn voice echoed again, prompting everyone to set aside their sorrow and take their seats in an orderly manner.


    At this moment, a masked figure in a ck robe descended slowly.


    "I''m Gcstar. I regret not


    weing you upon your arrival Master Melton, as I wasn''t made aware. Please forgive me. If you don''t mind, please apany me upstairs."  en


    Clint nced at him, then turned to look at Oswald. After a moment, he declined.


    "Thank you for your kindness, but I just randomly decided to drop by today. Please excuse me. I''ll just stand here for a while."


    Gcstar said nothing further. The


    Melton family had never supported them, and Clint''s actions were understandable. After a nod of.


    returned to his seat upstairsel


    acknowledgment, Gcstar


    "Now, let''s count the number of people... Ricord." The authoritative voice came from above once again.


    "A-Alright," a young girl stood up and began counting earnestly.


    "Total of 19... Three confirmed casualties, leaving seven... currently unreachable," Ricord whispered.


    "Sorry for the dy." Zaafea''s voice cut in then, startling the girl.


    "Include me and the person behind me," Zaafea said as he pointed toward the entrance, where Talroth and Nash had just walked in.


    The moment Nash stepped into the


    space, he was shocked. Everyone


    present exuded a powerful aura, especially the person who was standing. He, in particr, was giving off an air of unmatched dominance and superiority.


    At that moment, Gcstar descended once more.