"This," Herald said, his voice low, cold, and utterly devoid of emotion, "is the last sunrise you'll see as a man with power. My vengeance starts today."
It was a chilling pronouncement of doom. Lord Sapphire stood frozen, his face a mask of utter horror and disbelief, his dark, linen-wrapped sword hanging uselessly in his hand. The courtyard, littered with the broken and vanished bodies of his guards, was a testament to Herald's terrifying power.
From my distant vantage point, I felt the full suffocating weight of Herald's presence. Herald's left eye, the Mythic Dragon's Eye, remained wide open, a pulsating blue aura that saturated the entire mana environment.
The air around me became incredibly dense, thick with raw power, pressing down on my chest with an invisible, crushing force. My lungs burned, struggling to draw breath against the oppressive weight, and my vision blurred at the edges. It was like being submerged in an invisible, suffocating ocean of mana.
