As Kaelith struggled to maintain his composure, Linsley stepped closer, the distance between them shrinking as the gap in their power became painfully clear.
The moment was a harsh reminder of the truth: Linsley was no longer merely an Overlord; he was someone who was at the peak of it, and Kaelith was powerless against him.
In that moment, all of Kaelith's confidence evaporated. The once proud Overlord now stood before Linsley like a fallen king, stripped of his crown and authority.
The realization hit Kaelith like a hammer—his arrogance lay in ruins, and all that remained was the bitter taste of defeat. His lips twitched in frustration, his mind reeling as he tried to reconcile the impossible.
Meanwhile, Linsley stood firm, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he caught the flicker of despair in Kaelith's eyes. He relished the moment, watching as the once-proud Overlord faltered under the weight of his own delusions.
