The battlefield froze in a moment of unearthly dread, as if the world itself held its breath. The air crackled with an oppressive force, a presence so vast it crushed the spirits of all who stood beneath it.
The clash between the Darkan pillars and the Silver powerhouses, once a symphony of fire and wind, halted abruptly. Warriors on both sides staggered, their knees buckling under an invisible weight. Those closest to the epicenter, where the being emerged, clutched their chests, blood seeping from their sense organs as internal injuries ravaged their bodies.
Even the two adult dragons flanking the Darkan pillars, their scales gleaming like molten obsidian, faltered. Their massive forms swayed, wings trembling, as they collapsed under the pressure, their roars reduced to pained whimpers. The being's voice, a cacophony of countless voices woven into one, tore through the air like a divine edict.
["Insolence."]
