Seeing no response, Karachi, seated on the throne, took a deep breath. Suppressing the tremendous shock in his heart, he forced a hint of resolve onto his pale face.
He raised his hand and waved it forcefully. "Guards!"
The side doors of the hall burst open with a loud BANG. Squads of royal Knights clad in Heavy Armor filed in, radiating murderous intent.
"Take down everyone who opposed the expulsion of the Holy See, and throw them into the dungeon!"
The Knights charged at the group of dazed and despondent nobles. Faced with the prepared Magic Ropes and gleaming swords, no one dared to resist anymore.
Raylo glanced at Karachi and gave a faint nod.
Immediately after, under everyone's gazes of awe and fear, Raylo took a step forward. The space in front of him rippled, and his figure vanished into thin air from within the hall, as if he had never been there.
He arrived, bringing death and order. He departed, leaving behind fear and submission.
