Ezra stood wordlessly on the golden platform, drenched in his very own sweat. He gazed at other platforms, the pausing time suddenly resumed and all those halted action and spiritual techniques frozen in mid-air became active again.
The quietness changed into chaos as the mayhem of thousands of crushing bones, and clashing metals attacked Ezra's ears.
He glimpsed at the floating tree on which behemoth-ranked masters were sitting. To his shock, there seems to be no change in their expressions. The prince pivoted his head and squinted his eyes as he dwelt himself in deep ponder.
On the branches of a giant spiritual energy tree, Master Uxama gave a side-eye glance to Master Antero. "You felt it?" He questioned.
To which, the master of Arcane Wizardry Peak nodded his head.
"That was a neoteric attempt of Supreme Leader." Uxama mumbled.
"...Sshhh." Master Antero hushed and set his focus on the platforms.