Terror

Patriarch Undead still stood in front of the swirling portal within the green plain, the one they'd used to enter the Undead Ascension Trial space.

Though for the ones inside, it'd been months, here, it'd only been a few hours.

Patriarch undead looked at a holographic projection, showing all that was happening within.

Beside him, three veiled figures could be seen, all exuding majestic auras.

But this didn't seem to matter at this moment as they observed Amon's terrifying rate of growth.

They watched him peer through the secrets of the fundamental spear arts, beat the royal seat holders one after the other with no regard for their status, match the famed Undead Prince, advance his methods of aether manipulation in real time and a reach a realm of control only elders had as he continued to push himself and madly clashed against thousands upon thousands of beasts.