Awakening of the Mind Sovereign
Chapter 55: The Sovereign’s Paradox - 4

Chapter 55: The Sovereign’s Paradox - 4

The Hall of Judges was a place few had ever seen— and even fewer had left unscathed.

It was an enormous, cathedral-like structure, carved from obsidian and etched with thousands of ancient energy runes. These runes pulsed faintly, a testament to the sheer amount of power that had been gathered here over centuries.

It wasn’t just a hall.

It was a throne room for those who dictated the very laws of the world.

And now, Echo stood before them.

The Masters of Power

Seated before him were the Judges of Energy.

They were not warriors.

They were not kings.

They were something beyond that.

These were the beings who had spent centuries some even millennia studying, refining, and controlling the very essence of power itself.

And yet, as they looked at Echo, there was unease in their eyes.

A man who should have been at Unified Energy Third World had somehow transcended.

Not just to Celestial Energy Fourth World.

No.

They couldn’t categorize him at all.

The Question That Needed Answering

The silence was thick, but it was broken by a single voice.

An old man, draped in golden robes, his beard long and white, leaned forward.

His voice was dry, almost lifeless.

"Echo..."

He let the name settle in the air.

"You have transcended the limits of humanity. Where did you get this power from?"

For a moment, there was no answer.

Echo simply stood there.

His gaze swept across the room, lingering on each of the Judges as if he were assessing them instead of the other way around.

Then

He smiled.

It wasn’t a warm smile.

It wasn’t a cocky grin.

It was cold. Sharp. Dangerous.

And then, he spoke.

His voice was steady. Calm.

And yet, it sent a chill through the air.

"From hell."

The words rippled through the Hall of Judges.

A few of them tensed.

A few frowned.

And one of them a woman with crimson eyes and dark robes actually smiled.

But the old man in golden robes remained silent for a long time.

Then, he finally spoke again.

"Elaborate."

Echo didn’t respond immediately.

Instead, he took a step forward.

The moment his foot touched the ground

These were ancient inscriptions, written by masters who had long since passed from this world.

Runes that had withstood the presence of kings, warlords, and even gods.

And yet

For a brief moment, they dimmed.

That was when the Judges realized something terrifying.

Echo wasn’t just powerful.

His very existence was rejecting the natural laws that governed this world.

He wasn’t just above their classification.

He was outside of it.

The man in golden robes finally leaned back, his fingers steepled.

"Hell, you say?"

Echo’s expression remained unreadable.

"Yes."

Silence.

Then—

Laughter.

It came from the woman with crimson eyes.

She leaned forward, resting her chin on one hand, amusement dancing in her gaze.

"You say it so casually," she mused. "Do you expect us to believe you?"

Echo tilted his head slightly.

"Believe whatever you want."

Her smile widened.

"Interesting."

But the others weren’t as amused.

A bald, muscular man with arms thick as tree trunks slammed his palm against the table.

"Enough games!" His voice was like rolling thunder. "What is your goal, boy?! Why have you entered this tournament?"

Echo slowly turned his head toward him.

For the first time, there was a hint of something else

Not amusement.

Not coldness.

But curiosity.

Then, he answered.

"I came to see what the so-called strongest of this world looked like."

The Breaking Point

The bald man’s face darkened.

"Arrogant brat "

But before he could finish his sentence, the crimson-eyed woman raised a hand.

"Enough, Gorath."

The bald man, Gorath, gritted his teeth but obeyed.

The woman turned her gaze back to Echo.

"I like you," she said simply. "But you’ve made a mistake."

Echo raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

Her eyes glowed.

And then

The entire Hall of Judges shifted.

It wasn’t illusion.

It wasn’t mind tricks.

The very space around them changed.

The walls of the Hall stretched into infinity.

The runes blazed, reshaping themselves into something stronger.

And the Judges themselves

They stood.

One by one, the most powerful controllers of energy rose from their seats.

"Since you are beyond categorization," the woman said, her voice filled with deadly amusement, "we must see it for ourselves."

The bald man, Gorath, cracked his knuckles.

The old man in golden robes sighed, but his aura was already condensing around him.

The rest of the Judges followed suit.

Each of them carried centuries of experience.

Each of them had stood above entire civilizations.

They were not ordinary warriors.

They were not elite fighters.

They were the Judges of Energy.

And now

They were all preparing to fight Echo.

Echo’s Response

But Echo?

He didn’t move.

His eyes remained calm, watching as the most powerful beings in the world prepared to erase him.

Then

He spoke.

"That’s fine."

The crimson-eyed woman raised an eyebrow.

Echo tilted his head slightly.

"But don’t blame me when this Hall becomes a graveyard."

BOOM.

A shockwave exploded from his body

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Silence.

That was the only thing that remained in the Hall of Judges.

The six elite warriors masters of Celestial Energy, wielders of ancient techniques, men who had shaped the fate of empires

Were dead.

And Eiko?

He hadn’t even moved.

The Judges, beings who had lived for centuries, beings who had seen gods rise and fall, beings who dictated the laws of power

They were frozen.

Their expressions weren’t of anger.

They weren’t of hatred.

They were of pure, unfiltered terror.

A single thought echoed in their minds:

What... is he?

Because this wasn’t just power.

This was something beyond understanding.

The silence was broken by the old man in golden robes.

His voice, usually calm and steady, was shaking.

"...Impossible."

His hands, aged by centuries of experience, tightened into fists.

"These men... were the peak of Celestial Energy... And yet... you..."

His voice trailed off.

Because he couldn’t find the words.

Because there were no words.

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