So Petty

Lucian grinned.

"One."

And then

The General, Meleonora, the purple-haired man, and everyone else in the room instinctively looked up.

"What's this… is this some kind of earthquake?"

Meleonora asked, stopping in her steps. Instinctively, she raised her hands to her head, following her training for earthquake protocol.

Thud.

The General let out a heavy sigh and sank into his chair, his eyes closed, sweat forming on his forehead.

He knew what this was. And there was no going back now. The thing that shouldn't have happened… had happened.

The stress etched deeper lines into his already aged face, making him look like he'd grown five years older in seconds.

The purple-haired man, startled, crouched down on the ground like a frightened animal, scared the building might collapse at any moment. The vibrations weren't strong enough to cause serious damage, but his instincts screamed at him to stay low.