Once he stepped into the real world, without restrictions on his power, Varian froze for a moment.
Like a dam that had burst, his senses exploded outward. They were like raging tides, eager to conquer the next inch of land.
At this sudden change, his aura too burst out.
For a moment, the entire alliance felt as if an invisible hand appeared above them, ready to smash them into pieces.
The provinces scrambled to their homes, the duchies tried to pray and the kingdoms despaired.
It reminded them of that great split just fifty years ago.
They couldn't stop it then. They couldn't stop it now. Mortals had no say in the affairs of gods.
As the alliance prepared itself for another calamity, the aura vanished.
Varian cursed to himself and completely withdrew his power. If he really showed his presence, then God Emperor might hunt him down.
For all his achievements, facing that man was still beyond Varian's reach.
