This feeling is indescribable in words.
Though the Divine Spirit has yet to truly appear, the terrifying Divine Power is already omnipresent.
It is as if a colossal dragon, whose very existence crushes the world at a fundamental level, is descending ever closer from the sky outside the grand hall.
For each person present, it brings an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Even those kings who stood tall and showed their courage moments before, now, so many have collapsed limply on the ground.
Their faces are painted with despair.
No trace of courage remains to be seen.
It is as if humanity has fallen into the abyss, hurtling uncontrollably downward, ever faster.
Even though they still breathe for now, in truth, they are already dead.
At the very instant they reach the bottom of the abyss, they will be shattered to dust.
Resist?
