It’s a sight to behold, witnessing the power held within a Lostbelt King’s hand. The once great, writhing snakes that dot the sky fall like feathers, clipped; burnt to ash. Enemies turn to nothing before the might of a single figure. Even restricted, beyond the great territories where their authority could truly flourish, the destruction left the earth to tremble.
A great cycle of destruction, indeed. Honestly, Pepe wasn’t joking when he described the prowess of his King. “Hm.” The thought’s a small one, but it’s enough to push Kirschtaria from quiet observations to something akin to action.
“O’ Great King of the Yuga Kshetra,” The address is soft, but respectful. “Do you act within your authority as King, even here? Or, perhaps... Could it be that you’re looking for something?”
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