In all his life, Adjutant Rhys Corvan had never seen, felt, or imagined anything like this before.
As the right-hand man of the Federation's heir, he thought he'd seen it all. The unbelievable, the impossible, and those who could make such things possible.
From unreleased technologies to the strongest spiritual energies, that was the embodiment of Cassian, who trained them to be able to overpower armies with their collective spiritual might.
And they had shown the fruits of their training earlier. Showing how their delegation, despite their much smaller number, could easily churn out copious amounts of spiritual energy.
But just now… Just what were they looking at?
The moment the "meteor" hit the ground, everything he understood shattered.
He was frozen.
No—paralyzed.
Not attacked, not goaded. It was the immense feeling of needing to kneel because his spiritual energy wasn't even in the same league to be noticed.
