A spark of ethereal light flickered in Almond's eyes as he pierced into the unconscious Bryan's mind and directly projected everything outside on a screen made of Prana.
Threads of thought, emotion, and memory unraveled in torrents of color and sound, a chaotic web of recollection compressed into instants. He wasn't just watching. He was experiencing.
Almond knew what happened in an instant, and he almost wanted to crush Bryan's head under his feet.
But several auras soon arrived as Garoyan and Marilyn brought other clan members into the hall.
All of them had ashen expressions because Garoyan told them that…their Immortal Emperors were deader than dead, and Supreme Emperor Feliona was suffering a fate worse than death.
"Whose fault was it?" Almond suddenly looked at the group that arrived, his voice dripping with coldness.
Nobody dared to release even a peep from their mouths.
