In the Ashen Crucible.
In the sky, a thousand suns hovered.
They had yet to do anything but they already instilled fear in the hearts of those watching it.
Harlia and Draxus stepped forward, standing at Pablo's left and right respectively.
"Is this your work, Czar?" Draxus asked.
"Yes." Pablo answered honestly.
Draxus laughed and shook his head. He had nothing to say anymore.
But Harlia, for sure, couldn't believe it.
"How is this possible? How can you even do this? What is your Ego, Pablo?" She asked, surprise evident on her face.
"Didn't I tell you, Admiral? No one in this world knows who I am."
"If you would have done this from the start, we would have won." Harlia argued.
Pablo sighed. "I thought there was no need to do this. And we were winning anyway. These Elves and that Demon came from nowhere and you should be thankful that I hadn't used this before. Because even if Malvador had died, the Elves would have come after ten hours anyway."
