Russell: Kid, You Think You're Fit to Be a Witch King? (Continued)

He had come to watch a movie.

He was certain of that.

The Empress's request, the tavern speech, and that absurdly boastful Lupo man all flowed out of his mind like water.

He excitedly checked his ticket, then found his seat in one screening room after another and sat down.

Perhaps because Emperor was directing this film, it was extraordinarily popular. Every seat was occupied, and the crowding nearly crushed him out of shape.

Still, everyone was brimming with enthusiasm, staring intently at the massive screen.

Amid a melodious song,

several large words slowly emerged on the screen.

"Tyrant."

Uh, what did that mean?

Chalk thought as he stared fixedly at the screen, afraid he might miss that man's appearance.

"If a caster's will wavers like winter grass, how can he command Wind and Thunder?"

With that cry,

a pitch-black tower appeared before Chalk's eyes.

Thunder rumbled, and the dense clouds overhead pressed lower and lower, nearly merging with the bizarre tower before him.

What was that?

Chalk widened his eyes—and nearly lost his soul.

Those were not thunderclouds. They were Calamity Clouds!!!

Calamity Clouds!!!

They were the nightmare lurking in the hearts of all Terra people.

Storms carrying vast amounts of Originium fragments released energy high in the sky, triggering all manner of terrifying natural phenomena and even supernatural occurrences, while bringing the most dreadful plagues.

Once they went out of control, they unleashed the power to destroy everything in a city, like divine punishment.

"Go."

Yet under the tower's command, that horrifying phenomenon became docile.

The scene shifted.

And then—

a city became ruins.

That man raised his staff once more.

This time, it was an even grander ritual. The sky was torn apart, lightning fell from above, shredding the majestic Gaulish banners along with the expeditionary legions