In the instant that Lucius released his boundless murderous intent, the tribulation clouds of the Fourth Ascension seemed to freeze. The winds in the desolate plains died and chatter on the distant walls of Royal City paused.
The sky, the earth, and the people, all paused in unison.
At this moment, all attention was raptly drawn towards the black-robed youth, standing in a half-kneeling position in the desolate plains. All of them, living and non-living could feel a feeling that was both familiar and foreign.
It was the feeling of their life gradually slipping away in the hands of Death.
All the Stage 4 experts present atop the city wall looked beyond the screen and into the desolate plains with shock and fear apparent in their eyes. Even Klytius, the strongest person in the scene, could feel the dread growing within his heart as he stared into the desolate plains.
Imagine being branded Evil just because you killed more than anyone in history. I can't imagine this happening in the real world. :smh: