As Lear's thoughts churned, the power of authority slowly penetrated his heart.
He could distinctly feel the tyrannical force circulating within.
It was the personification of rules, the emotions hidden within all creatures' feelings.
The Authority of the Swamp touched the Authority of Tyranny, and the tumultuous tyrannical force erupted violently, surging all around.
Lear raised his eyebrows slightly, forcibly utilizing the Swamp Power to suppress the dreadful tyrannical force.
And without constraint, his heart began to pound again—thump thump, thump thump.
With each beat, terrifying power surged out.
Like the source of a perpetual motion machine.
Just as Lear was about to seal his heart.
Crash~ A crack exploded open in the sky.
A dark, evil, tyrannical, abyssal aura seeped through, making one's heart tremble.
He suddenly looked up.
