Chapter 742
Although the surveillance systems are shut down wherever I travel, I make no effort to conceal my presence as I float down the middle of the enormous streets.
While I could use my stealth skill, or fly higher or faster to go unseen, I take my time, leaving trails of demonic energy in my wake to fly through the citizens of the Ellipsia Citadel's home districts like a victory lap.
The ominous power outages wherever I travel make my presence even more intimidating.
I feel some strong Lords share hints of killing intent, but no one dares to outwardly show it with their actions or facial expressions.
Those that cannot mask their feelings toward the demons, I feel moving away from my path once they see me in their district. With it; Faint outlines of mana, divine threads, and ether streams are visible to my Noble Eyes as they adjust to my environment even more. What I witness are avatar's private transmissions being sent all over the Citadel gossiping about my actions.
More cautious and frightened Lords stop all business and personal matters at once to kneel, floating in the air, or even buy fast travel orbs to get down to ground level to show their respect.
Many shiver with fear even thousands of kilometers away. Although I'm suppressing most of my aura, the Noble Vibrations can be instinctually felt by all lower races.
The further I travel from the center of the Citadel, the weaker the average Lords are.
While near the central tower, there were many 2nd Class Lords, with a large amount holding over 100 worlds. As I move even 10 blocks away, many more 4th and 3rd Class Lords with a single-digit amount of worlds become the norm.