A great, throbbing wave of pure fury radiated from the heart of Zorak's celestial palace. The very air, a mix of compressed nebulae and cosmic dust, crackled with a dangerous, unstable energy. Five forms materialized on the polished obsidian floor, not through their own volition, but through a humiliating, forced teleportation. They were a mess of broken laws and bruised egos, their supreme auras shattered. Gorian, the proud leader, simply lay there, his crystalline scales cracked, his mind unable to comprehend the defeat. The reptilian envoy, her form flickering with a chaotic energy that defied her mastery of the Spatial Law, simply whimpered, her pride utterly obliterated.
"He… he didn't even try," Gorian stammered, his voice a low, strangled rasp. "He treated our power as... as an inconvenience."
