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(Western continent: Barnacle empire: imperial capital, imperial palace.)
An absolute presence glared down at the messenger that had interrupted the important meeting.
"Repeat yourself."
-Thurrrrrrr…!
-Crrrrrrrr…
A voice that was thunderous, filled with the power and authority of the divine- not granted but eared- echoed throughout the heart of the imperial palace, weighing down at the messenger as the order of the divine.
"My… My lord, augh!"
Mere words made the messenger cough up blood, the glasses located on the ends of the room had already shattered down by the thunderous voice.
"My lord, that's just a messenger. Please show mercy."
The messenger had only one job and that was to deliver the important, emergency messages to the lord that they absolutely offered themselves, and their lives to.
The Divine Sword standing right beside the emperor knew that very well.
