"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Directly following him, Duban, Faqir, and everyone else attacked, screaming their lungs out.
The scene fractured into a million shards, each person's strike carrying a private, painful reason.
In those short seconds, the hall was filled with walls of flame, ice, and water.
Construct after construct of many tens of elements, a literal bombardment.
They melded into one another, all holding the same intention.
Blades of all types had joined them as well, each a strike of clashing Aether.
Many of them took the shape of animals and went forth.
The Holy Palace couldn't handle it all.
What once crumbled now flickered out of existence.
After many thousands of snaps, only the Golden Throne, its dais, and stairs remained.
Everything else around them had literally ceased to exist, Aether snuffing them out much like an Anomaly, a Law that was broken from the sheer magnitude and relentlessness on display.
