As the last swirling motes of silver light from the dissipated portal settled, the very air of the sanctum hummed, saturated with the residual, untamable power of the Astral Crucible.
Liu Mei and Ren Feng, their faces pale and slick with a cold sweat, maintained a respectful, fearful distance. Their True Divinity senses were screaming, warning them that standing too close to Cain was like standing at the edge of a newly-birthed star.
Even Ling Shengyue, for all her diplomatic poise and royal-bred calm, found her eyes irrevocably locked on him, her mind desperately trying to analyze the terrifyingly placid wellspring of power that now stood before them.
