"W-who are you?" The king managed to utter, his voice shaky and weak.
One of the magistrate mages pushed his head up from the floor, noticing the king speak.
'He can talk under this immense pressure!? I guess that's the king for you... There is a reason he holds that title.' The court mage thought to himself.
Dorian turned and glanced past his shoulder, "Wrong. He can speak because I allow it."
The court mage's eyes widened with shock, 'He... can hear my thoughts...' Horror crashed over him like a tsunami. The realization that Dorian had heard all of the things he had said in his head was devastating.
'S-such a powerful being. I am surely dead. There is no escaping this. There is no denying this. This power is overwhelming... it is all that exists.' The mage thought in his delirium.
'Who is this monster? His energy is that of myth. I've never experienced something so unfathomably powerful.' Another magus mused inwardly.
