A tangible fear ravaged Grand Seer Rippledark's shrunken pupils, hastened his breathing, and caused his quivering palms to profusely sweat.
Within his Sea of Consciousness, like thunderous booms from the heavens, the words 'mythical punishment' kept resounding, soon reaching the intensity and rapid cadence of his pounding heart. An unobservant child would notice his state of terror beyond any shadow of a doubt.
"..." The gazes of billions focused with anticipation. They waited for the perspective shift. They wanted to see another godly being face an insurmountable challenge. To those lucky enough to observe before, would the Seers of the Night and their allies experience a lucky break like the Zenith Refinement Tower, or was this their end?
Shockingly, after a full minute, there was no Mythical Punishment or signs of one.
