The Elders, realizing they were facing an immediate existential threat, dropped all pretense of superiority.
They breathed for a single, ragged moment, as if the world itself had paused to take in the horror and decide which side to choose. The Supreme Elders were paused in the air like carved monuments of authority, their features hard as stone.
Vahn, in his Ultimate Void Dragon form, snorted coldly.
Darius stepped forward without ceremony. He was the eldest among them, his projection shaped with the strict geometry of command. His voice rolled out like thunder and scripture at once.
"You insulted us by surviving, boy. Now obey. Surrender the Saintess and return what you stole."
Vahn's reply was like a demonic growl,
"I will not kneel to men who hide behind righteous pretense."
"Humph, you will not learn like this, boy."
Finished saying, Darius lifted his hand and channeled his Heaven Grade Art: World-Cleansing Light
Humm!
