A promise.
This was what the True Emperor of Quintessence brought down as at this moment, the thrones representing Esteemed Havenly Emperors of the Avernus Clan burst into righteous purple flames of indignation.
The surroundings buzzed with power as multiple other wills and pressure from entities at the Fourth Gradation of Extremity descended on Noah!
But this was merely pressure.
They had yet to make a move on him with their authorities. And yet even under this pressure, Noah was undaunted as his Extremity Soul buzzed in response.
His soul was unique. It stood far apart from normal Extremity Souls as it was Quintessential!
So how could the pressure emanating from a Soul that had stepped on the Fourth Gradation of Extremity make him stand down? The only one he was cautious of was the Entity that had yet to make any moves or say anything towards him- the Rhetorician of the Senatus of Extremity.
A second passed.
