Max's eyes flickered with interest.
While he didn't know Azula personally, he recognized two figures standing among the Monarch's ranks.
Five and Veylin.
Their presence confirmed it.
She wasn't just any member of the Monarch.
She was high-ranking. Respected. Feared.
Yet—his curiosity deepened.
Who was she really?
Just as Max was analyzing her, he noticed someone stepping forward.
King Magnar.
The air shifted immediately.
Tension crackled in the space between them as the ruler of the West Region walked directly toward Azula.
His voice was cold. Uncompromising. Absolute.
"You are in no position to do anything here."
It wasn't a request.
It was a command.
His words left no room for argument.
A clear warning.
Yet—Azula merely smiled.
Her golden eyes gleamed with amusement.
"Don't worry."
Her voice was light. Unbothered.
Then—she turned away from him entirely.
Her gaze landed on the twelve-layered Infernal Demon Door.
"I am not planning to do anything here anyway."
