A deathly silence descended, even the warm firelight turned pale. Every person in Saint Rael lost their expressions, their warmth, their color.

Though the people of Thalorian couldn't understand his words, they knew from the scene that it was nothing good.

Horus couldn't help but ask, "Rode, what did he say? Is the trouble Saint Rael's royal city is facing really that severe?"

Geraba said gravely, "I can sense his attitude. Brother Rode, tell them that even though we haven't reached king-level yet, we're not far off. I, Pebela, and the Red Queen are just one opportunity away from stepping into the king-level... Horus is also just half a step away from becoming someone who controls the source law of Radiance, something unseen for a millennium. And you, Brother Rode, cannot be measured by spiritual energy level or rank."