Their roar was akin to a true command of the world itself.
Runes as black as ash formed in the skies.
The Dogon Ancestors only had the time to widen their eyes, their hearts leaping into their throats before [King's Bind] descended.
The oppression of their E-Grade auras was torn to pieces.
The limitations of Earth were obvious. Making it to the E-Grade was barely possible, and there was no doubt that those that did were talents the likes of which could truly shake the wider Galaxy should Earth ever be able to succeed in its upgrade.
Unfortunately, the world they lived in was too limited.
Despite how long it had been, each and every one of these Ancestors was just Level 51.
Sylas was unable to read their stats, but it was simply unnecessary. All he needed was his Will to feel the fact that here, at the center of the Earth, with the Will of his World itself at his beck and call…
He could crush them.
