Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers
There was no roar, no explosion, yet the entire space began to twist subtly.
The dark purple soul-devouring energy around Mystic Vale went wild, crashing toward Carl like a tsunami. Wherever it passed, the air crackled with strained sizzling sounds, the rocks on the ground instantly turned to dust, and even the floating seal runes dimmed slightly under the impact of the malevolent energy.
It was an accumulation of long-harbored ferocity, resentment, killing intent, and obsession, a terrifying force capable of shattering countless souls, surging like a colossal wave to completely engulf the suited figure before it.