It had been an eternity since I had unleashed the full fury of my domain, and yet, I found myself craving the sensation of absolute power. I didn't need to use this domain, but I wanted to demonstrate to these insolent mages the true extent of my authority.As I spoke the word "Kneel," the air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy. The mages, once proud and defiant, now fell to their knees, their bodies ensnared by the crimson tendrils of my domain. The ground seemed to writhe and twist beneath them as if the very earth itself was rebelling against their insolence.The mages' auras, once a beacon of their power, now faltered and weakened, their heads spinning with the sheer force of my dominance. The air grew thick with the weight of their submission as if the very breath they drew was a reminder of their newfound servitude.The weaker mages, their bodies no match for the crushing pressure of my domain, began to vomit blood, their faces contorted in agony. Some of them, overwh
I chuckled, a dark and menacing sound, as I surveyed the unconscious form of Lucifer at my feet. "Weak," I muttered, shaking my head in disdain. These mages, once so proud and powerful, were no match for the sheer force of my will.Turning my gaze to the remaining mages, I could see the toll my aura had taken on them. Their faces were pale, their bodies trembling, as they teetered on the edge of consciousness. The pressure I exerted was too much for them to bear."My mana is running a little low," I mused a hint of amusement in my voice. With a casual flick of my wrist, I unleashed one final, devastating wave of pressure, watching as the mages succumbed to the overwhelming force, their bodies crumpling to the ground in a lifeless heap.Of course, they were still alive. They were just unconscious.The air was thick with the scent of fear and defeat, a testament to the sheer power I had wielded. I stood tall, my eyes scanning the scene with a sense of grim satisfaction. These mages had
As we rode through the rolling hills, the soft rustling of the leaves in the gentle breeze was the only sound that broke the silence. Roland, usually a man of unwavering confidence, hesitated, his words caught in his throat like a bird struggling to take flight.I opened my eyes, my gaze drifting from the window to Roland, my expression a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Hmm?" I asked, my voice low and even, as if to encourage him to continue.Roland's face contorted in a mixture of embarrassment and frustration as he struggled to find the right words. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but no sound emerged. It was as if the words were stuck in his throat, refusing to be set free.Emmanuel, sensing Roland's discomfort, took a deep breath and spoke up, his voice steady and clear. "My lord, you did it, didn't you? The one who attacked the Tower was you?"Emmanuel's words hung in the air, a bold accusation that seemed to catch me off guard. I turned my gaze towards the young man
As I stepped out into the bustling streets of the capital, I couldn't help but feel a prickle of awareness at the back of my neck. It was as if unseen eyes were watching my every move, cataloging my presence for some unknown purpose.Sure enough, as I wove through the throngs of people, I caught glimpses of figures lurking in the shadows, their gazes fixed intently upon me. These were no ordinary citizens, but rather a network of informants, each one beholden to their respective masters within the city's intricate web of power.While their curiosity was understandable, given the rarity of a carriage entering the capital, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. Were they simply gathering information, or did they harbor more sinister intentions? The thought of unwanted complications arising from my presence here weighed lightly on my mind.I quickened my pace, my senses heightened as I navigated the labyrinthine streets, ever mindful of the unseen eyes that followed my every step.
I sat down at the table, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible. Horn sat down across from me, his eyes fixed on mine with an unnerving intensity. As Horn sat across from me, his eyes gleaming with excitement, he exclaimed, "I can't believe you were really invited by the princess to attend the party!" The sudden topic caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise.It seemed that the news had spread like wildfire, reaching even the commoners. I had thought that only a few high-ranking nobles knew about the invitation, but it seemed that Horn was also aware of it. The thought was unsettling, as it meant that my presence in the city had already been known. If Horn knew about it, then it was likely that many others did as well.I tried to compose myself, trying to appear nonchalant despite the growing unease inside me. "Yes, it's true," I said, trying to sound casual. "The princess invited me to attend the party."Horn's eyes lit up with excitement, and he le
Horn had, in effect, saved the man from a catastrophic outcome, and yet, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear. Had he really done the right thing by intervening?Would Ethan turned his anger to him?Ethan despised such frivolous displays of power and privilege more than anything else. Some may have labelled him a demon or a devil, but the truth was far more nuanced. It wasn't that Ethan engaged in outright evil acts; he wasn't like many nobles who toyed with the lives of commoners, nor did he indulge in the vices of women or drugs.No, Ethan's vice lay in his propensity for destruction. When the urge to demolish took hold, he would become consumed by it, losing himself in the throes of his compulsion. In one such episode, he had accidentally taken the lives of several nobles, his mind clouded by the red mist of rage.It was a burden Ethan carried, a dark self that haunted his every waking moment. He knew that his actions, though unintentional, had caused immeasurable pain and s
Duke Dion strode into the grand hall, his very presence commanding the attention of all who laid eyes upon him. As the capital was his domain, it came as no surprise that he was the first among the dukes to grace the Emperor's table with his arrival.[Duke Dion - Level 234][???]The sheer power radiating from this man was palpable, and as I attempted to analyze him, I found myself confronted with a wall of uncertainty. It seemed that my skills were no match for those who towered over me by more than fifty levels, their true nature obscured from my prying eyes.In the wake of Duke Dion's entrance, a veritable procession of his offspring followed suit. Sons and daughters alike, each bearing the unmistakable mark of their father's lineage, filled the hall with their presence. It was a display of familial might, a testament to the strength and influence that flowed through the veins of this noble house.The grand hall of the imperial palace buzzed with anticipation as the scions of the
Yet, as I observed Lance's measured movements and the subtle intensity that seemed to emanate from him, I couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath the surface. Was this merely a facade, a carefully crafted persona designed to captivate the assembled guests? Or was there a deeper, more complex individual hidden within – one who had earned his place among the elite through more than just the accident of his birth?A wry smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I recalled the memory of a time long past – a moment when I had, quite literally, put Lance Ironwing in his place. It seemed that the little "beating" I had administered back then had indeed set him on the right path, forging him into the formidable figure that now commanded the attention of the assembled nobles.As the accolades and praise rained down upon Lance, the nobles marveling at his unblemished record of victories along the northwestern border, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. "Not a single defeat, huh