I frowned as I sensed an aura of utter regality and endlessness oozing off of Cecilia.
My myriad qi instantly acted, forming thousands upon thousands of barriers on end, blocking the unending incoming waves of golden qi.
My gaze sharpened as I pierced through the golden cloud enshrouding her.
There, she stood unfazed, her face expressionless as her eyes seemed colder than the deepest trenches of an abyssal yin world.
The power that lingered around her felt transcendent and infinite, pure and untainted, irrefutable and holy. From the information old Lucius had given me, this could only be one thing…
'A sovereign? How is she even able to control her abilities as a mortal? Even I can't do that… fuck.'
Sovereigns.
Beings born as the absolute source holders and Conceptors of certain aspects of existence, holding an unmatched form of power that infinitely transcended even the most complete and ancient forms of godhood.
