[: 3rd POV :]
In one of the Domain where it quivered like a living beast under Kaelgor's aura.
The Apostles of the Seraphic Order, three in number, Vaylen, Orryn, and Siara stared at the Demi-Human King and his family with incredulous disbelief.
Their Blessings, Laws, and Authorities were nullified within this Domain, rendered useless by the sheer warping of reality around them.
Every instinct told them that they were at a disadvantage, but nothing could prepare them for what came next.
"Ho? We're now facing an angle bastards like them?" King Thrain mocked yet he was grinning widely.
His instincts were telling them that they were dangerous, they were above his level.
However, at the same time, his instincts were telling him that he or his family won't lose, and his instincts never once failed him.
"Bastards!? Who do you think you are mortal!?" Vaylen screamed, sending a wave of aura, pushing back the Demi-Human Families.
