Shiayar slowly rose to his feet, overlooking the dense crowd around him.
In those Red Gold pupils, solemn sovereignty was manifest.
Although Shiayar seemed frail in his windbreaker at the moment, in the eyes of the evil followers, he appeared as if seated on a high throne, with a vast army trailing behind him.
From his feet emanated ring after ring of pale golden ripples.
Invisible and intangible, their edges hinted at pure Red Gold, silently spreading outward from Shiayar as the center in all directions.
Be it Elements Fluctuation, energy, or Slashes—all attacks, upon touching that circle of Red Gold domain, disintegrated silently, without stirring the slightest wave.
The leading Twilight cultist's pupils reflected an incredulous light.
He suddenly looked up, his lips quivering, about to say something to Shiayar. But in the next instant—BOOM—the body of the cultist leader collapsed abruptly, prostrating on the ground.
