The Soul Skywell was as silent as death. The investigators were struck dumb with shock, even overwhelmed by fear and dread.
A Minister Level figure had died just like that, leaving no trace of his body.
Even more shocking was the blazing thunderlight that descended from the skies. It was a power that did not belong to any Inheritance Path but originated from an Ancient Times' classified Forbidden Spell. Just a casual glance was enough to kill a Sixth Rank Ascender.
This was the power of the President.
The might of a Catastrophe Level individual!
This time, no one applauded—no one would be so tactless.
The higher-ups remained expressionless. They were all veterans who had clawed their way through blood and fire and were no strangers to such scenes.
Throughout the long river of history, far too many had succumbed to the allure of power and immortality, betraying humanity's cause, slaughtering former comrades, and sacrificing lives to strike bargains with the Gods.
