527 526. The United Kingdoms of Sol

Sylvester's halo wasn't warming golden anymore but instead burned with a fierce red hue. It made the two Grand Wizards shudder and feel the chilling coldness more damaging than fire. With fear and helplessness, they stared into Sylvester's shining golden eyes. 

Yes, this was the real Sylvester Maximilian. They had seen him years ago, but now he looked terrifying, not just a smart kid. At the same time, the wide shining wings on Sylvester's back exuded a strange majestic aura that made them want to surrender—as if it were the righteous path. 

"Speak! What will you choose? To serve the Lord? Or die at the hands of his Bard?" Sylvester pressed against their chests.

BAM!

The recliners they were sitting on broke down, and the two fell to the floor with enough force to make them grunt. But Sylvester only increased the pressure, making it harder for them to breathe.