Man Of Myths

The world seemed to blink as everything shifted and the group of seven found themselves on top of a great mountain in the clouds.

Just stepping into this place pushed there divine paths further. Even the grass growing in this place was something powerful celestials would fight over. 

"What is it?"

A strong voice sounded and a man appeared soundlessly in front of them.

When they tried to look him in the eye, something from their inside screamed with fear and they instinctively lowered their heads.

As he sat down naturally, a throne was formed under him. The great mountain glowed with a silver light and it transformed into a grand, ancient throne hall.

He didn't even let out a wisp of aura but the hearts of everyone in the group beat uncontrollably, as if they're about to burst.

They long forgot to breathe. No. They didn't dare to breathe. Their bodies lost that courage.