If a waterfall had a voice, Skullius imagined this was how it would sound like. Mortals would have been folded to dust by the pressure, or at the very least, driven insane.
Two competent Deities were on the offense. The [Avant Atelier] and [Legion Eyes] were at risk of being dispelled by their immense Amras output, which was stronger than Skullius' own by leagues. It would not be an easy fight for the Hybrid, and worse than that, it would alert the Warlord outside the Lucid Parlor.
…And then it would be game over for Skullius.
But the King was unshaken. Everything was within his calculations.
Yes, even as a Pseudo-Reality rank Treasure appeared in his Hulus' hand, he was unfazed. Even when the advisor's body grew, great swathes of some lava-like substance bursting and hissing from his Vessel – the activation of a Formative Andori – Skullius pretended as though he didn't exist.
