The Imperial Marshal showed a calm expression, and while he seemed dignified, there was no fear in his eyes. He had done nothing wrong; after all, the fact that he did not mobilize his troops was not a mistake since he never received the order.
Of course, it was his responsibility to watch over the safety of the northern Sectors, but after witnessing the punishment of the Alchemy-Sword King, the man was sure he would just be put back on duty.
Once Zander reached thirty meters from the Collapsing Light Emperor, he stopped, yet no power forced him to his knees, making the man think his punishment would be even lighter. Yet, when he looked at the podium, he saw two emotionless eyes that froze his soul.
"I..."
Before the Imperial Marshal could finish his sentence, a force took control of his body and began raising him into the air just to start compressing him the next second.
"AHHHHHH!"
