It felt as though the crushing weight of the entire universe had descended upon their very existence, as if reality itself had chosen to press down upon their souls.
In that instant, whatever elemental throne of power they had been seated on or leaning against shattered into nothingness with overwhelming force, breaking apart as though made of fragile glass before the presence that now reigned over them.
Their knees buckled and slammed into the space below with dreadful ease, the act not forced but effortless.
Their own auras, which in times past had shaken the stars and sundered worlds, tried desperately to flare in defiance. But, it was futile. Their energy could not even stir, as if smothered under the suffocating shadow of a higher existence.
Cold beads of sweat rolled steadily down their spines, staining their regal garments as their eyes quivered in terror.
They all felt it. The same sensation seized them at the same time, Death.
