Panic

Clatter

"Hmm?"

Pythor lifted his head, his sharp eyes darting left and right as the dome trembled for the first time. It was only now that he realized— there was no one inside except for the soldiers of the True Beginning Empire.

"Am I supposed to be afraid now?"

He scoffed, feeling that whatever plan this was was ridiculous, "You little boys think surrounding me will make any difference? Ha! Don't make me laugh!"

Rumble Rumble

"...?!"

A creeping sense of danger began to take root in Pythor's heart. The tremors weren't stopping. In fact, they were growing stronger. The dome shook violently, and large stones began to fall from above.

If Richard had been shocked by the power of the attacks outside, then how could Pythor not be?

After all, he knew exactly how powerful his own generals were, and this was NOT it.

Whatever was happening out there… wasn't good.