The gates of the Grand Assembly Hall opened with a grinding resonance that echoed through the White Blade, and instantly an immense aura surged outward. It was like a tidal wave of dark energy, a suffocating weight forged from the combined will of many powerful beings gathered in one place.
The aura struck the Xaos delegation head-on. It felt less like energy and more like a living storm—each ripple crashing with judgment, pressing against their bodies, gnawing at their souls. Their vision blurred, obscured by the swirling darkness, and within the haze, only one thing remained visible: eyes.
Dozens of them, sharp and commanding, each pair staring as if to weigh the very worth of their existence.
