Emperor Zolthemir Lux Vanthelmor stood in pure, horrified silence at the scene he had just witnessed; throughout the time the Void had been opened, his mind, body, and soul had all sent desperate death alarms throughout his very existence, screaming at him to escape, to flee, to survive. He wanted to run, he wanted to dodge, but he couldn't move, as though the Void itself had pinned him in place, locking him within an unseen grasp that he could neither resist nor comprehend.
The next moment, he felt the Void vanish as though it had never been there, as though reality had simply corrected itself, and he stared at the man responsible for such terrifying power, his eyes dazed for a brief moment before they snapped back into clarity, though the lingering fear refused to fully leave him.
