Time and air almost froze in Franklin Hall as nobles clutched their armrests, many of their knuckles turned white due to tension. Fear controlled their facial expressions.
The light reflecting on the distant floor-to-ceiling windows gradually dimmed, isolating everything in this place from the outside world.
The timid high-ranking officials kept their heads down, trying to avoid direct eye contact with Morotian, fearing to be the first one noticed by Morotian.
As members of imperial nobility, they were well aware that Morotian, on a spiritual level, was now terrifyingly strong, rivalling the gods, and markedly different from them.
"I didn't think it would come to this today."
Morotian smiled as usual, but his aura had completely changed.
This sacred and supreme place of the Protoss Empire, with its ancient immortal crystal beams, spacious hexagonal interior and gorgeous mosaic floor, had been cast into oblivion by Duke Morotian, as if it fell into another space.
