Chapter 145: Nine Kings (Part One)
Muria looked up, affirming the cascading lights above him would not deviate from their paths and suddenly crash down on him before starting to walk slowly towards the pyramid.
Above him, the flowing lights coming from all directions posed a very strong threat to him, regardless of which beam of light it was.
Muria knew that any beam of light could annihilate him, leaving him nothing but a pile of ashes, or at best, some debris.
"I don't want to stay in this place for even a second longer." Muria, in his Titan form, surrounded by a hurricane, hurried towards the Void Forging Palace, not looking too pleased.
Anyone would feel uneasy with the 'Sword of Damocles' hanging above them. As for Muria, there were more than just "one" Damocles' swords above his head. All he could see above were lights encompassing the sky, uninterrupted and seemingly endless, as they rushed into the pyramid.