The seven-colored thunder above him exploded outward. A vast storm world appeared behind him, filled with endless punishment lightning. The sky became a divine tribunal. Thunder pillars descended like heavenly verdicts.
At the center of the storm, a vague throne formed from seven-colored lightning, and above that throne, countless thunder symbols rotated with terrifying majesty. Every strand of lightning carried destruction.
Every rumble felt like judgment. Every flicker seemed to declare that something in the world had been found guilty and would now be punished.
"Divine King Punishment."
Boom!
The Pseudo Cosmic Path fully descended. The four opened Divine Veins roared inside Max's body at the same time, and the seven-colored lightning wrapped around him like the cloak of a thunder sovereign.
