Clash Between Transcendent Truth Eyes

The moment Autarch Elluro Coldwing's voice fell, Clara's breath caught in her throat. His voice reverberated through the chamber, each word laced with an undeniable weight. The air around her thickened, and the pressure weighed on her soul like a mountain suddenly appeared on top of it, her Will threatening to bend under the force.

Her mind buzzed, and for a moment, everything blurred as she looked at Autarch Elluro Coldwing.

She felt a foreign yet familiar force slither into her sea of consciousness, twisting and tugging her Will. Its force—authoritative, cold, and relentless— pressed against her Will. It wrapped around her like chains tightening, compelling her to speak.

She gasped, her fingers trembling as her lips involuntarily parted. Words she never wanted to utter began gathering at the tip of her tongue.

"The Divine Emperor of Death is-"

'No!'