DRAGON BALL MASTER: NEXT GENERATION SAGA
Welcome to AGE 804 an alternate future in a cosmic era, our seasoned warriors venture into space, unveiling ancient secrets. Meanwhile, Earth's new protectors- Goten, Bulla, Pan, and Uub-trained in diverse...
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In the darkened chamber at the heart of Dragon realm, the air buzzed with an eerie mechanical hum. The cold metal walls, laced with pulsating conduits, cast long, menacing shadows with every flicker of artificial light. Anahlock, a figure of imposing darkness, sat upon a throne that seemed carved from the void itself. Around him, an array of cosmic monitors illuminated his form, casting his sharp features into harsh relief. His crimson eyes, burning with a chilling intellect, were locked onto the largest screen, replaying the moment of Goten's victory over Gunun.
Anahlock's expression was unreadable, a mask of cold calculation. Yet, as the scene of Gunun's defeat played out, a flicker of something darker, almost like anger, passed through his gaze. The mighty Neo Machine Mutant had fallen, and with it, a piece of Anahlock's meticulously crafted plan had crumbled.
"Seems your prized weapon wasn't as indestructible as you thought," Kōjin, the Master of Violence, lounged nearby, a twisted grin curling his lips. His voice was a deep, mocking drawl, each word dripping with condescension. He folded his muscular arms across his broad chest, the tension in his form betraying the barely contained energy within. "Such a pity. I was hoping to see just how much more he could bleed before the end."
Anahlock's fingers tightened around the armrest of his throne, the metal groaning under the pressure. His voice, when it came, was sharp, slicing through the air like a blade. "Gunun served his purpose. He pushed them to the brink. His sacrifice will not be in vain."
From the shadows, Spicara, the Queen of Demons, leaned forward, her eyes glinting with malevolent amusement. Her form was shrouded in a cloak of dark energy, her presence exuding a sense of malevolent elegance. "And yet," she purred, her voice like silk over steel, "they've slipped through your fingers, haven't they? Could it be that they've found refuge in the realm of the Kais?"
Anahlock's gaze flicked to her, but he remained silent. His hand moved over the console beside him, pressing a series of commands. The monitors flickered and shifted, displaying a myriad of dimensions in search of the wayward Saiyans. The whirring of machines filled the chamber, data streaming across the screens in an incomprehensible blur. Spicara chuckled softly, her laughter echoing in the room like the whisper of death. "Ah, the Kais... such a quaint little sanctuary. But for how long, I wonder?"
Anahlock dismissed her with a wave, his focus entirely on the analysis before him. "Your musings are irrelevant, Spicara," he said, his tone cold. "What matters is where they are now and how we will bring them back within our grasp."
Kōjin's laughter joined Spicara's, but it carried an edge of menace. "You're slipping, Anahlock. First, they defeat Gunun, and now they evade your grasp. Perhaps you're not as omnipotent as you believe."
The room seemed to darken as Anahlock's presence grew more oppressive, the shadows deepening around him. "Do not mistake your arrogance for wisdom, Kōjin," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "They are but pawns in a game far larger than you can comprehend. And when the time comes, they will fall like all the others."
