Unrestrained Power
In the grand chamber, tension hung thick in the air, a suffocating weight pressing down upon all present.
The Saint Ruler sat upon her luxurious chair, her ethereal beauty belying the ancient power coiled within her deceptively delicate frame. Her eyes, twin pools of liquid gold, narrowed almost imperceptibly as she observed the scene before her, a goddess passing judgment on the folly of mortals.
Beside her, the ancestor sovereigns stood motionless, their faces grim and bodies poised to intervene at a moment's notice. They were titans in human form, each a supreme existence that had ascended to the pinnacle of cultivation. And yet, even they could feel the crushing pressure emanating from the Lin siblings, an unfathomable weight that bore down upon their minds, bodies, and souls. It was a sensation that defied description, a sickening feeling that screamed of certain death should they make even the slightest misstep.