Orson felt a cold shiver run down his spine.
Everything about King-tier creatures screamed mechanics-based monstrosities, and this moment only proved it further.
This wasn't just an overpowered skill—it was a rule-defining ability. Once triggered, it wasn't something a player could simply nullify or evade.
Quasi-divine beings and true gods possessed even more absurd variations of these abilities—Supreme Laws that shaped the world itself.
To control an entire domain wasn't just a title—it was absolute reality.
In his past life, there had been only a handful of Trial Players who had ever managed to awaken King's Authority.
As for Supreme Laws?
Not even a Heavenly-Tier player had ever reached such a level.
Veijander's voice carried across the battlefield like rolling thunder.
"Call my true name—Demon God, the Betrayer Veijander!"
"Beg for the forgiveness of my master, Orgod!"