"What!? Who dares to attack my pawns?!"
The Lord of Ages roared, fury flooding his skeletal frame as divine power surged through his form. He had little personal interest in the lives of those who dwelled within his domain—most of them were merely tools, pawns, or minor cultivators clinging to his protection. But an attack on any of his vassals was a direct affront to his authority—and that was something he would not tolerate under any circumstance.
Instantly, his perception—faster than the speed of light—flashed through the layers of space, reaching the skies above the recently destroyed Divine Kingdom. What he saw left a cold stillness in his soul.
