Worship

As soon as the oppressive presence disappeared from Sector 8, it felt as though an enormous weight had been lifted off the people's shoulders.

The people who had initially held their breaths exhaled heavily, trying to regain their composure. A flash of blinding light ignited in the sky, followed by a loud rumble of thunder.

The gazes of both the people and the spirits snapped toward Magnus as an intense killing intent hit them like a tidal wave.

Ismara's eyes narrowed. 'He's mad,' she thought.

It seemed inconceivable. A presence so overwhelming that millions of people, including paragons, had been tempted to worship it had just revealed itself.

It had made its allegiance to the spirits clear. And yet, Magnus still intended to wipe them out?

As the realization dawned on them, the spirits couldn't help but tremble. He truly was a madman, a terrible opponent to have. To him, there was no reasoning, no negotiation, no compromise.

"Ismara."