>>5942518You watch as she then looks to you a moment, but seeing the look on your face closes the portal. The last thing you all on this side see as it shuts is the woman's terrified, crying face, the portal then disappearing as if it never were. Leaving you alone with everyone else. Turning, you stare down everyone present, who are all silently looking up at you. Fear and worry written all over their faces, none dare speak for fear of drawing your anger. Clenching your fists you transform, ascending into your Berserker form, causing beings from several nearby tables to also shout in surprise.
“So, you all were the ones who helped her. Who talked shit about my daughter, spreading it about. Making our, making <span class="mu-s">MY</span> home feel unwelcoming to my Milha.” you snarl, emerald aura blazing as you make sure to memorize each of their faces, each of their unique ki. Lightning crackles around you as you subconsciously ascend even further, taking on your Ascended Berserker form. Your powerlevel dwarfs the entire room substantially, only now realizing that even the music's stopped. No doubt EVERYONE listening to what you're saying. “Maza. Milha. Koruza. MY children! If I hear that ANY of you, or anyone else treat my children that way EVER again; you will answer to me. Understood?”
Silence. No one dares so much as move, much less speak up. Which only infuriates you further.
“<span class="mu-s">UNDERSTOOD?!</span>” you roar, your voice deafening in the silence as you stomp, cracking and denting the floating metal platform beneath your boot.
“Understood, understood!!” they all cry out, several of the girls and boys, even the Royal Guard crying in sheer terror. But one, either too scared to speak or just feeling defiant doesn't, not even looking at you. So, of course, you focus exclusively on them. Without hesitation you reach down, grabbing the table and throwing it straight up, shattering it against the ceiling as more people cry out in fear and shock. The one who didn't reply meets your gaze now, eyes wide with terror as you walk over, planting your boot beside her head and leaning down. Fangs bared as you snarl, voice barely above a whisper.
“I said, understood?” you ask her, the woman, too scared to speak nodding furiously a moment before her eyes roll up into the back of her head, body going limp. Passing out from sheer terror. Satisfied that at least she won't treat your children poorly again you step back, looking over the rest of them. No one meets your gaze, everyone looking down to avoid the risk of making eye contact and drawing you to them. “I really hope, for all of your sake, that I never have to address this again.”
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