The capital of summoning, where the most powerful beings from across the multiverse converge. Over10,000 Summoners, each one capable of obliterating entire planets in moments, stood united in a vast, imposing stadium. This was no ordinary gathering- it was a display of power, a call to domination.

The Summoners had one goal: to conquer other universes, claiming resources and unimaginable power.

At the heart of the assembly stood Astaroth, the Chief Summoner, his aura radiating supremacy as he addressed the masses. But then, in an instant, he faltered.His eyes widened. His pulse quickened.

He felt it -an overwhelming, suffocating force. A presence so dense it chilled his very Soul. Every Summoner, powerful as they were, stood in confusion.

Astaroth -the unshakable leader- was afraid. The air grew heavy as a figure emerged, seemingly out of nowhere, into the middle of the stadium.

The figure, a lone man, walked without hesitation. He carried no weapon, no visible source of power,

yet his very existence rippled through the assembly like a shockwave. Silence fell, and then,with cold, absolute authority, the man spoke:

Mysterious Man: "Not a single Summoner will leave here alive."

The words hung in the air, and the effect was immediate. Some of the Summoners, warriors who could split galaxies, began to collapse,unable to withstand the sheer weight of the stranger's aura. Panic flickered through the crowd, but none dared move. They knew, deep down, that this man was no ordinary being.

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A Summoner, trembling, whispered to his companion:

Random Summoner 1: "Every one here is multi galactic level... and yet Some of us are falling unconscious just from his presence... Who the hell is he?"

Astaroth's heart raced as he stared at the man. The chief's voice,usually commanding, now wavered with disbelief and a touch of dread.

Astaroth: "It cant be... how are you still alive, Saturn?"

The stadium erupted with gasps. Saturn.. The mere utterance of the name sent waves of shock through the assembly. This was the man-the myth-who had once nearly killed Astaroth, the strongest Summoner, without suffering a single injury. His true name was a mystery, but the legends of his might echoed across universes.

Saturn, the almighty summoner, stood before them once again.

Random Summoner 2: "Saturn... the one who defeated Astaroth? How is that possible? I thought he was dead..."

Astaroth could feel his power being dwarfed by Saturn's presence. His mind raced with the memories of their last encounter-how Saturn had effortlessly dismantled his strongest summons, how he had walked away unscathed from a battle that should've killed any other being.

But Saturn's eyes, cold and unyielding, held none of the fury or arrogance one might expect. There was only an unshakeable resolve.

Saturn: "This world has grown complacent under your tyranny,Astaroth. You've led these Summoners to believe they are gods.Today, I remind them what true power is."

Without warning, the ground beneath Saturn began to crack and tremble, not from any spell or Summon, but from the mere extension of his will. The Summoners, mighty as they were,had never felt such raw, unchecked power. For the first time in eons,they knew fear.

Random Summoner 3 (desperate):"No.. this can't be real. We are the strongest beings in existence!"

Saturn: you were.