His left hand was seated in the chest of a Warden!
His right hand rose, and sanguine blades gathered along it, and came down, and split the chest of Descendant Mahishasura open to the sentence beneath.
The Enforcer did not scream as his hateful amber eyes stayed locked on the tyrant working above him, seven of his own collection pinning his limbs to his own marble, and Infinite Sanguine Mana poured into two opened existences at once, rivers of crimson gold running left and right from a single unhurried figure, and as he worked, the Crown-embodied Emperor began to talk.
"I once knew a guy who spent months carving an idol out of solid lapis lazuli." His voice ran calm, conversational, and almost warm. "Every morning, without fail, he bowed before it. Utterly convinced it was something special."
The blades moved deeper!
"Then one afternoon, another student struck it, and it shattered into a thousand ordinary blue pebbles."
