Utter hopelessness spread. Neither Khan nor the Emperor showed any trace of that feeling on their faces, and their brains also did their best to suppress it, but no one would blame them for that natural reaction.
Khan was literally nailed to the sky, unable to move or release any mana. His injuries didn't bleed, but that did little to improve the numbing sensation taking over his limbs.
Meanwhile, the Emperor had lost half of his right arm after the God effortlessly blocked his vast attack. That torn limb even hovered in front of his face, almost acting as a reminder of how his assault would always end.
Sure, Khan and the Emperor had been tired even before approaching that battle, but the current outcome was simply soul-crushing. They had both also unleashed some of their best attacks, only for the separate dimension to reward them with a single tremor.
