The 713th Lion Emperor tried to step forward, but the barriers of the Monkey King Mountain blocked him. His eyes flashed with rage, and even the 713th Ape Emperor seemed ready to step forward, but they were halted by the surging river of the 713th Whale Emperor's Spirit.
"Stop," she said coldly.
There was an edge of rage to her voice as well, despite how calm she tried to remain.
This flaw had been hidden in plain sight, and yet it was such an impossible thing to point out so easily that not a single one of them had realized the issue until it was too late.
Who could have guessed that this particular set of circumstances—where they were pressured by the Thryskai Mortal Clans to rush the 713th Gathering—would end up snowballing into the events of today?
It was like they had been placing their own heads on the chopping block all the while Sylas—someone who should have been little different from a child running around with a knife to them—had placed that very blade on their necks.
