Bunch of Babies

The drums of war echoed across the God Realm. 

… 

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.