It had been several years past, but the few elders and the people who had been in that room would never forget that day. The simple reason was that they had felt it, too! A few weaker ones who had only felt the aftermath of that power wave had coughed out blood. It had been as if they had been punched in their guts. No child in that room had gone unscathed. However, it had not been as bad as the two who had burnt the brunt of that wave firsthand.
The royal descendants who had been closest to the throne had, more or less, fainted.
It had been a chaotic day indeed. The one other thing that had been ingrained in their minds was Prince Syla's roar of pain that had echoed in the room before he had blacked out. It was a sound that brought most of them goosebumps just from recalling it. The cry of a man wounded from deep within his soul!
