Outside the Sorus estate, the night air was filled with the sound of groans and the rustle of expensive silks as the imperial elite scrambled to their feet.
The transition had been so fast, so physically impossible, that for a long moment, everyone stood there with a baffled look on their faces.
They were the powerhouses of the Aetherion Empire, yet they had been swept away like dust by a "Mythical" youth.
"What just happened? How did we get out here?" a high-ranking noblewoman asked, her tiara hanging crookedly off her head.
Her guards, men who were supposedly masters of space and time, looked at their own hands in confusion.
They hadn't felt a spatial jump. They had simply felt a force so absolute that resistance was not an option.
Kael Sorus was the last to stand.
He wiped the blood from his chin, his eyes fixed on the towering gates of his family home.
His gaze was no longer just cold. It was venomous.
No way was he going down this easily.
