Palpable silence spread. The winds that ravaged across the golden hills ceased.
Dark smoke rose into the air. The sheer brutality Michael's technique had left behind had relocated so much earth that the terrain itself had been transformed.
The beautiful hills were now altered into a war zone. The Tower of Ascension had been overwhelmed by the God of War.
The Lords stood motionless. Despite their bodies burning from exhaustion, nobody dared breathe, their eyes fixed on the vastness of the empty sky.
Just a moment ago, they had witnessed a spectacle so grand that no one would ever believe their words unless they showed proof.
'What kind of technique was that?'
The identical question echoed in their minds.
Accustomed to living near the very top, the Lords had assumed that never in their lives would they feel the marvel of power they had just witnessed, unless they were comparing themselves to the Emperor.
Slowly, a new realization spread among them.
