A twisted and terrifying power outlined itself between heaven and earth, as if the rules of the entire world were bowing beneath the massive giant.
He Ao felt his entire body rapidly stiffen, twist, as though the weight of the entire world pressed upon his shoulders, forcing him to bow, to kneel.
Crack—
Under the intense rule of this force, his body, constructed entirely of power, showed clear cracks.
His movements became increasingly difficult, and the speed of his body slowed more and more.
Yet his actions did not halt; he still raised his head, gazing at Sulan.
Stepping forward.
Sulan watched that gaze, the smile on his face gradually stiffening.
He had seen this gaze long ago, on that burning altar, in the eyes of that slave at the center of the altar.
No fear or retreat, only absolute hatred and anger.
A gaze that defies a monarch.
