Chapter 92 - Consequences - IV
In the training room, Elian and Glenn shared a moment of precarious quiet. The disciple lay on the ground catching his breath as they exchanged calm words. Then, in the blink of an eye, the world transformed.
The impact came before comprehension. A wave of primordial power swept through the castle like a cosmic typhoon, distorting reality and tearing through the air with divine force. Glenn, even with his heightened senses, barely had time to widen his pupils before his body succumbed to the crushing weight of that celestial presence. He collapsed, breath trapped in a silent scream.
Elian, untouched by the chaos, turned his gaze beyond the shimmering walls and understood instantly.
"So she's finally lost patience..." he murmured, his voice as unshakable as tempered steel.
Elian extended a cloak of prana around Glenn's body. As the entire castle groaned under the pressure, he shielded his disciple from that deluge of absolute power.
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Elsewhere in the tower, the royal consort's attendants also fell:
Dahlia stumbled in the hallway, her fingers losing strength, the tray of food shattering on the ground a moment before her consciousness faded.
In the alchemy lab, Hera dropped a glass vial that exploded into multicolored shards as her body collapsed onto the workbench.
Aster, in Glenn's room, fell to her knees like a puppet with severed strings, the broom toppling beside her before she could react.
Beyond the palace walls, the impact echoed like a magical earthquake. In the ancestral halls, six motionless figures exchanged glances: