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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As Shin materialized in Zeno's Palace, a cold chill ran down his spine, his heart sinking at the sight that greeted him. The vast expanse of the palace, with its dark void illuminated only by the glow of the floor, seemed to stretch on for eternity.
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All around him, the gods of Destruction and their angels were gathered, their expressions a mix of shock and despair as they watched the devastation unfold in their respective universes.
Jiren, Universe 11's stalwart defender, stood at the forefront of the battle, his once indomitable spirit now waning as he faced off against an endless horde of machine mutants. The air crackled with energy as blasts of energy and explosions lit up the darkness, casting eerie shadows across the palace walls.
Beerus, his usual air of confidence replaced by a grim determination, stood nearby, his eyes fixed on the unfolding chaos with a mix of anger and sorrow. Whis, his ever-attentive attendant, watched on with a furrowed brow, his usually calm demeanor betraying a hint of concern.
Shin wasted no time in delivering the sobering news to Goku, who had been training alongside Broly on Beerus' planet before being summoned to Zeno's Palace. Goku's expression darkened as he listened to Shin's report, his mind racing with the implications of what had transpired.
"This is bad, really bad," Goku muttered, his voice filled with a sense of urgency. "We have to do something to stop this."
But before Goku could react, a voice cut through the tense atmosphere like a knife, drawing the attention of everyone present. It was the Grand Priest, his presence commanding the attention of all as he addressed the gathered deities.
"My dear friends," the Grand Priest began, his voice calm and measured, "it appears we have found ourselves ensnared in a trap."
A ripple of shock passed through the assembled gods and angels at his words, their expressions turning to disbelief. How could beings of such power and authority have fallen victim to such a scheme?
But as the Grand Priest continued to speak, his words painted a grim picture of the true extent of their predicament. "We are sealed within Zeno's Palace," he explained, his voice tinged with regret, "unable to escape or intervene in the events unfolding before us."
