The Emperor's face had turned an alarming shade of red, veins bulging at his temples as his centuries of accumulated pride finally reached its breaking point. His hands trembled—not from fear, but from the sheer effort of containing the volcanic rage building within him.
"You DARE stand against me, boy!"
The words erupted from his throat like a battle cry, and with them came the full unleashing of his power.
The meeting room exploded into chaos.
His aura burst forth in a symphony of raw, terrifying magic that would have made lesser beings soil themselves. Light magic blazed like a newborn sun, turning the air itself into liquid gold. Earth magic followed, causing the very foundations of the building to groan and crack as his power sought to reshape reality itself.
Space mana warped the air around him, creating distortions that made the eye water to look upon.
