[The Great World — God Rank Secret Realm]
The air in the Secret Realm was absolute, crystalline stillness. Harrison sat upon a throne carved from a single block of Eternal Frost. Suddenly, he frowned, his eyes snapping open.
"Someone destroyed one of my personal guards?" He whispered, his voice echoing through the vaulted ice halls.
He moved his gaze around his throne hall, where the pillars were made of frozen lightning.
"There is no one with that much strength in the lower world. Even God Wolf is only a Seventh Order."
BOOOOOOM!
The statement was barely out of his mouth when an unholy pressure descended. It didn't just fill the room; it crushed the very concept of space. The ice castle, reinforced by Harrison's own Tenth Order divinity, groaned under the weight.
