"Please Calm your anger, Mother-in-law."
The words echoed through the abyssal expanse of the Great Prison, dripping with an unsettling calm that only Julian, the Great King of the Aethelgard lineage, could muster.
"Don't call me that!!" Genevieve yelled.
Her fury was a physical force. Waves of incandescent golden light erupted from her ethereal form, a miniature supernova that instantly vaporized the encroaching darkness. Thousands of Julian's shadow soldiers, entities formed from the purest void energy, shattered like fragile glass under the sheer magnitude of the Absolute Sun Judgement.
Julian wasn't bothered about the death of his soldiers. As the master of the void, he could simply create them again with a snap of his fingers. Unfazed by the blinding display of god-tier power, he simply stood up from his obsidian throne, the dark fabric of his regal attire shifting like living smoke, and bowed at Genevieve.
