Veridian's head had just exploded on live television.
Klaus stood perfectly still, his arm lowering, the steel chopstick impaled on the ground now vibrating with undispersed momentum.
The silence that followed was absolute, heavy, and chilling.
"Oops! My hand just slipped," Klaus noted, his voice calm, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips.
He then walked back to his earlier position, moving with an unhurried grace that contradicted what he had just done.
He sat back down on his makeshift chair, his hands folding calmly in his lap, and closed his eyes.
He seemed entirely at peace, acting like he had just witnessed a minor inconvenience and had not executed a brutal, public execution.
The whole crowd was silent. In the vast tiered seating, thousands of spectators remained frozen, their jaws literally dropped.
Everything had happened too fast for them to digest. The sheer, raw power and the sudden execution by Klaus left them stunned.
