"That girl is something else," Altair said when prescience warned of some intangible web. The Emperor turned to face his city, his domain of 65m actively pushing information into his mind's eye. As if he were standing amidst a maelstrom of information, his palm opened as a fist bore through the window, shattering the glass in a frightened burst of earth-shattering force.
A deafening roar struck!
Altair held the force at bay, his surroundings shattering into a burst of destruction and debris, uprooting the bar like cardboard. The room exploded as the Emperor stood poised, a half smile across his impassive face.
"You blocked that?" Thaeon said, taken back by the young man holding his grip. He frowned, disturbed by the way some unseamed force disbursing half his force.
Altair released him, taking a seat in his chair, which had been left untouched by Raven's Vale Qi, beside Morrigan, who did not seem the least bit phased.
