Time and air currents in Franklin Hall had nearly frozen. The nobles gripped the armrests beneath their hands, and many of their knuckles had turned white with tension, their expressions firmly seized by fear.
The reflected light on the distant floor-to-ceiling windows had dimmed, isolating everything here from the outside world.
The cowardly dignitaries kept their heads lowered, avoiding Duke Morodian's gaze and fearing that he would single them out first.
Though they were all nobles of the Empire, they knew very well that, on the level of living beings, Morodian was an utterly different kind of existence from them—a terrifying powerhouse far closer to divinity.
"I didn't expect things to have to go this far today."
Morodian was still smiling, but his aura had completely changed.
This was the most sacred and supreme place in the Protos Empire. The ancient, indestructible crystal beams supporting the roof, the spacious hexagonal interior, and the magnificent mosaic floor had all faded into insignificance. Under Duke Morodian's assault, the place seemed to have fallen into another dimension.
Corpse Qi spread across the ground, as if it could connect the spatial passage to the abyss of Hell at any moment and devour everything around it. Even light could not escape, just like a black hole.
For those below Tier 7, once they were swallowed up, all that would likely remain the next second would be white bones.
Within this oppressive, dusky barrier, corrosive hissing sounds erupted from time to time. Everyone could feel the powerful, irresistible primal aura of Morodian's necromancy.
The former Duke Morodian Berenhard might have been slightly inferior to the Cardinal Bishop of the Rebirth Church.
Yet in this short span of time, his true strength had somehow advanced by leaps and bounds. He could even corrode Great Sage Isis's barrier!