The Emperor's voice echoed with the might of an ancestral thunder, making everything around him tremble. Space inside and outside the command tent seemed to warp beneath the pressure of his aura. Servants, elite guards, and every army member present in the camp fell to their knees with their faces pressed against the ground, unable to withstand their sovereign's rage.
Aurelius turned slowly, locking a burning gaze onto his subordinate.
"Anything to say, Vorian?" asked Aurelius in an icy tone that sliced through the air.
"My Lord...", stammered Vorian, feeling his knees threatening to give way beneath the imperial mana pressure as he fought to maintain composure. "I do not know what is happening... I had no idea..."
