The air in the heart of the Jirai kingdom didn’t just grow cold; it turned heavy, thick with the scent of crushed pine and ancient dust. "Those who wander into our forest shall fall into an eternal slumber..." The ominous voice of Agito echoed throughout the sleeping forest, vibrating through the very roots of the towering trees. It wasn't a threat; it was a decree. Next to him stood a terrifying assembly of power. Akira, the King of Beasts, whose silent, hulking frame radiated raw, feral dominance. Beside him was Tenchi Masaki, the King of Jirai, his expression unreadable but his aura crackling with the absolute authority of the realm. Completing the vanguard was Genji, the Lightning Emperor, static electricity dancing lazily across his knuckles,