God's Slave: Reincarnated Into an Academy of Heavenly Descendants

"Perhaps it is time, my lord, that we agree to its conditions. Not for much longer can we keep this up."

"Our destruction is imminent and I'll say we sacrifice a little to save more. That is and has always been a good move if it's necessary..." The voice, brimming with respect and caution, resonated through the vast hall.

It was a grand Atlantean throne room, a breathtaking masterpiece brimming with ancient majesty and power.

The walls were adorned with intricate carvings of mythical sea creatures, swirling waves, and ancient symbols, all gilded in shimmering gold.

The ceiling was impossibly high and vaulted, with a long chain supporting a massive golden chandelier.

The chandelier illuminated the room with beams of golden light, creating an otherworldly underwater effect.

At the end of the throne room lay a grand golden throne, elevated on a dais of polished marble inlaid with pearls and corals.

The throne itself was a marvel, crafted from solid gold and adorned with carvings of serpents and oceanic currents.

Seated upon it was a middle-aged merman, a man of about 50 years old, white-skinned with a long white beard. His face, though handsome, showed the slight wrinkles of age.

Despite his years, his upper body brimmed with the power of a young warrior.

His long tail, about 2 meters long, trailed down from the throne, its golden color illuminating the throne room with its own light.

Beside him rested his 5-meter-tall trident, propped against the throne. A small crown adorned his head, and his eyes were currently lost in thought, staring into the distance.

Around him were five other Atlanteans, a mixture of mermen and Atlanteans, all with furrowed brows. It was one of these Atlanteans who had just brought a proposition before the king.

"We have stalled for too long, your Highness. We know well that the invaders bring no goodwill, but for now, what choice do we have but to settle with them?"

"We're only alive right now because we're still debating. Who knows how long their patience will last?"

"If it disappears, I fear our mighty kingdom might truly meet its end this time. That is an irrefutable truth that everyone in this room can agree on..." he continued, but in an instant, a unique blue light flared in the center of the room, behind the throne, and immediately captured their attention.

In the next moment, the light cleared, revealing a group of 11 figures who now had their eyes on them.

"You! How dare you enter the throne room!" a royal emissary among the five called out. Suddenly—

BANG!

The door to the throne room burst open, and a group of Atlantean soldiers rushed in, their eyes locked on the 11 figures.

"There they are!"

"Catch them!"

The guards roared as they hurried toward the intruders, ready to seize them before they could escape.

But just a few meters before their hands could reach the invaders—

"Stop!"

The command was neither loud nor soft, yet it reverberated through the entire throne room.

The warriors immediately halted in their steps, unmoving by even an inch, though some were mere meters from grabbing the intruders.

Immediately, they all turned their gaze to the one who had issued the order: the figure on the throne.

The instant they saw him, they all dropped to a knee, their heads bowed in respect.

"Forgive our transgression, your Majesty," the leading guard called out. Silence reigned in the room once more as the king slowly stretched out his hand and waved them off.

"Forgiven. You all may leave now," he added. With respect, the guards stood up, and without giving a single glance more to the intruders, they exited the throne room.

The royal emissaries remained in stunned silence as the Atlantean king fixed his gaze on the 11 new figures in the room.

It was clear to all that they were not Atlanteans, as they lacked scales and tails, traits common to those from this realm.

Yet, with the barrier that surrounded Atlantis, preventing anyone from coming in or out, how had they managed to break in?

"My respect to the Heirs of the Celestial Ones..." the King's voice rang out as he gave a slight bow of respect.

Gasps were drawn within the throne room as the emissaries jerked their gaze to the 11 intruders. Following in the footsteps of their king, they too gave a slight bow.

"Our respect to the King of the Lost Realm..." Oliver replied respectfully as the king raised his head, a smile appearing on his wizened face.

"The Lost Realm? Is that what the Celestial Ones refer to my kingdom as?" he asked, a slight melancholy in his tone.

"We're here for an important reason," Oliver replied, his voice filled with impatience.

Right now, every single second counted, and they had already spent close to 18 hours trying to get here.

That's almost a full day gone, and they only have four days left, or they'll be trapped here forever. Engaging in small talk was the last thing they wanted to do now.

"I had thought the Celestial Ones had forever abandoned us, and now, when we're at our lowest moment, close to our complete eradication, they show up again. Fear not, we know well what you're here for," he replied to them, and the royal emissaries furrowed their brows.

"You're here for the rift that has opened up here, aren't you?" the king asked, and Nolan nodded.

"We have a few questions to ask you about it." Oliver replied.

"My royal emissaries..." King Sammodra suddenly called out to the five people seated around him, and they all answered respectfully.

"Yes, your Majesty!"

"This meeting has been adjourned until tomorrow morning. You may take your leave now," the king said. -exclusive

Visible shock could be seen on the faces of the royal emissaries, yet none of them made a single noise. They simply rose and headed out of the door.

"Take a seat, and let's have a proper discussion," the King beckoned to them.