Regret of a Father

The three powerful figures didn't lift up their head even in the slightest. One of them could easily wipe out the map if they willed it to, but those powers lied under the command of one being.

The young man no longer crossed his hands. The mighty smirk that he usually showed was no longer present. His sarong fluttered against the whispers of the clear loud sky. The white clouds stuttered away and edged themselves on the horizon. 

The experts had seen the destruction of Treas and even those in heaven backing them up, destroyed in an instant. Half a step too late and they were gone. Never in their wildest dream, would the day come for a family that influential to crumble, especially not from a young man of the later generation.