Owen and Leslie's fearless demeanor caused the expressions of the god-tier mages hidden within the clouds to darken even further.
"Even at this stage, you still refuse to repent. Do you really believe you'll be as lucky as last time?" The cold voice of the Fire God Palace's patriarch boomed like thunder, reverberating through the minds of countless onlookers.
"Today is a good day for mourning the dead. Consider this wedding your funeral, and we'll handle both ceremonies together!" An elder from the Holy Pool, her hair disheveled, appeared in the sky above, shrouded in dark clouds. Waves of water surged around her, emanating a terrifying pressure equivalent to that of a God Emperor, causing the void itself to twist.
"For defying the gods of Middle Earth, Owen and Leslie, your sins are unforgivable. You deserve nothing but death!" declared another God Emperor who emerged from the clouds, his face emotionless and judgmental.
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