The moment their feet crossed the threshold of the tear, the emperor's expression twisted. His jaw clenched, his breath caught in his chest, and for a fleeting instant his iron will nearly buckled under the sheer weight of agony that assaulted him. It was as though millions of invisible needles pierced every inch of his body, driving deep into his marrow, ripping through his nerves and vessels. His hands trembled despite the decades of discipline drilled into him. It was not a pain of flesh alone but a sensation that clawed directly at his very soul.
The emperor staggered a half step, his teeth grinding together as he forced a growl past them. "By the heavens… what devilry is this?!"
Lucas, utterly calm, raised his hand and released a pulse of his Qi that expanded outward like a translucent sphere. The energy wrapped around both of them, forming a protective cocoon. Instantly the torment dissolved, replaced by an uncanny stillness hushed the chaotic roar of the void around them.
