The laugh and tone of the Empress rang out across the land.
It was a melodic voice of unparalleled beauty. It was a soothing voice that awoke desire and imagination.
The Caliphate soldiers marching ahead of the Leviathan stopped suddenly when they heard the voice of the Empress.
"You speak of big game! You speak of your great power! But I heard differently! From what Lowengren reported, you were not even among the ones that won in the Presider Wars within the Orbital! You amass your forces and even take Earth's own armies as you plot to claim whatever opportunities that arise from the battle that Pridgeon and Marrho have!" The Tyrant Empress mocked.
Claps of lightning suddenly gathered around her. Wind and sound followed as the powerful tornado began to appear.
The elements gathered and compressed, creating a massive, long object.
A massive sword that could slice a mountain in half form from the lightning, wind, and sound.
