Alexander's voice wasn't loud, but it echoed through the vast council hall.
Yet, the echo faded into silence, unanswered.
The hall before him remained still, as if frozen in time.
With a sigh, Alexander stepped toward the elevated throne and unleashed a single, powerful punch.
The sheer force of his strike, infused with a surge of aura, tore through the air like a tidal wave.
The floor, the stone pillars flanking the hall, and the throne itself shattered in an instant, debris flying in all directions.
*Boom…*
The ground trembled violently as the entire council hall crumbled under the weight of Alexander's blow.
Strangely, though, not a single fragment touched Alexander or the two others standing beside him.
It was clear from this alone—the hall was nothing but an illusion.
The true sanctuary was something else entirely.
"Alexander, what's… what's going on?" Linda whispered, sensing something amiss.
Alexander shook his head, saying nothing.
