The drums of war echoed across the God Realm.
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Four Great Families.
Imperatress Anselma walked with vigorous strides, the strips of her red gown practically hovering above the marbled ground, fusing into her red-gold hair.
BANG!
Her palms slammed the wide double doors of a throne room open.
Several gazes landed on her at once, but with every step she took, her aura only seemed to grow until she eventually stood like a towering mass.
The current Head of the Brazinger family looked at her with a frown, but by the time she had placed a foot on the first staircase, he was covered in such a heavy cold sweat that he no longer dared to speak.
A memory triggered in his mind as Anselma climbed the stairs and his emotions quickly flickered from rage, to shock, then fear, then understanding.
"Scram." Anselma said coldly.