Malrik walked with calm steps, he wasn't in a hurry or rush, the moment he stepped into the Imperial Palace, bypassing the dome, many Knights immediately rushed forward, charging to their deaths, just to fulfill their knightly duties. They knew who Malrik was, they knew his reputation, still, they didn't hesitate to risk their lives for the Emperor.
But Malrik had time for none of them, with a thought, he manipulated light photons in the air, and created an illusion, making each of them battle each other to the death. This illusion skill was something he had never developed or created until this very moment, he had seen Asher use it once, hence, he simply copied his little brother's skill application with perfect ease, perfecting it on his first attempt without any visible strain.
