Polk instantly felt a sharp pain, as though struck by a crashing star. A spurt of fresh blood escaped his lips, tracing a shocking arc through the air.
Yet, because he was still shackled by Prince Costat, he did not fly backward.
Polk had no strength left to resist; his cells were long drained, incapable of producing even a trace of energy. The terrifying Power of the Mind he wielded was the culmination of everything he had sacrificed.
He had already prepared himself for martyrdom, gritting his teeth as the Power of the Mind surged forth, emerging from the rolling sea of Blood Energy, and transforming into a resounding voice.
"The Empire declines, the fires of war will rise, and free will... will prevail forever!"
Layers of luminous barriers appeared at the edges, blocking the destructive Blood Energy under the terrified gazes of the onlookers below.
The crowd let out a breath of relief, but their hearts were thrown into tumultuous waves of shock.
