The silence was deafening as everyone watched such rifts before them, seeing it desperately trying to close itself to avoid prying eyes. Their entire world shifted in their minds, actual evidence of Heaven and Hell for those who never knew or believed. As the two worlds close, King stood tall, staring down at the armies before them. One such eye he caught was from Stolas, seeing him already tempted to take him on, even after such feats of strength. The King of All walked towards the Avian, kneeling down and keeping a close eye on the others to ensure nobody dares to intervene his judgement. Stolas, in response, would try to catch him off guard, using his Dominion Magic to pull him down on the same level he was currently in.
Not even an inch budged for the King.
Nosebleeds poured down, even gushing a bit as the Stellar Sorcerer strained himself to get such a small chance to open. King, however, raised his hand, letting it come down and grab Stolas by his head. At first, he thought he failed, and was about to endure the same wrath he gave towards the people. However, what he was met instead was his feathers ruffled, his head patted, the other hand moved to tend to the bleeding. A small potion was in his pockets, one in an ivory gold color, as he'd move the Avian's head up to dabble a bit through the nostrils, letting it connect directly through the damaged veins and into his head. In that small instance, he could feel his mind being clear, his brain at ease, his strain vanishing before it became a problem. "You have his eyes. His fire, even. I'd hate to see you put it out. Take the time to tend to your sins first. If you do not acknowledge the weight and push on, it will crush you. If you do not tend to the hunger, you will starve. You will die." Advice, and an important one at that. A small tip to the Avian in how his magic can be tamed, tempered, traversed.
He'd get up and turn his head back to the army, testing their resolve just as much. "The same can apply to all of you as well. If you dare attempt to take me on, you do it before me. You do not invade unless given permission. With my kingdom in ruins and my people as mere mass, you have already taken what you wanted. You can leave now and savor this victory... or you can show me your true path." His words struck like iron, his gaze burning into Orochi's finest. One was quick to get up and prepare a weapon, a trident with three colors on each spear. The second she raised it, his Dominion Magic triggered alongside it, breaking down the weapon into pieces of what it once was and forcing her to be on her hands and knees, a sign of sin by factor of being the many responsible for such deaths. It gave Stolas a very clear look how the magic works, recalling well what Beaux said during his time acquiring this style for himself. A judgement to one's life, where their sins and actions are accounted for before them. To see the others struggle just as much as the poor warrior did showed it can extend to those that either allied or are in tandem with such atrocity. Strangely, he didn't feel that crushing pressure like what he felt before, only a mere pin rather than a squash.
"YOU'RE CHEATING!!"
"THE HELL IS THIS!?"
"YOU LET THE BRAT GO BUT PUNISH US INSTEAD!?"
"WHAT KIND OF JUDGEMENT IS THAT!?"
Rambles and rantings by the Army, an expected one from such a civilization where the Strong dictates the proper law. King didn't bother to speak once, letting the conversation rise and rise until one was able to intervene and protect them in his stead: Gabriel. "QUIET!!! Or do I need to deliver my own Judgement as well?" He'd demand, his voice booming with authority unmatched. the King can't help but smile in seeing this dedication, stepping back and letting his pressure mellow enough where he can let his other kind talk sense. Trashy his outfit may be, the King of All can't help but give some respect towards the King of Dreams. His energy spiking in such moments makes it all the more intriguing. Never has he seen such fluidity in power, watching the many faces shaped within it. Faces of people who are content, joyous even, on the one day they had such desires come true. "Bullying on a child after he's been beaten and bloodied. What kind of people are you!?" Gabriel's barks soured the mood regarding the Soldiers, and even tempted them to try and raise their blades once more, attempting to go after him instead once the Dominion Magic settled down. Such energy, however, was so overwhelming, that the very weapons they tried to draw and the magic they wish to use were flooded away, pushed outwards to ensure passivity in both ends. He was more than willing to fight an army, even if he has to do it bare-handed.
In a way, Orochi's Finest can't help but give some modicum of respect for his willingness to stand up for them.
"I take it by the crown you're also a ruler?" King asked, making Gabriel's head turn to the King of All.
"Hmm? O-Oh! Yes! A King that carries on the Hopes and Dreams of many. A King that won't kneel, even at Death's Doorstep. Gabriel Makarin, your enemy."
"That right? King Cliffside then. If you wish to be the King of Dreams, I shall act as the King of Reality. The King that awaits Death to appear before him. It would be an honor if you were to act as that very chance to keep my Kingdoms alive." A hand was offered towards Gabriel, awaiting a firm handshake from one to another.
Gabriel, in such confidence, accepted.