Noise… noise…
The ruler of the Crumbled Meteors Empire watched his subordinates — his bloodline, his officers, and his senior generals — scramble out of the grand hall in a frantic rush, escaping one after another the very instant Sakaar issued a single command. Not a single one of them even paused to look back at him, nor did anyone wait for the slightest confirmation from their emperor!!
"...."
The planetary emperor remained frozen in place, his eyes half-lidded and his breath trapped somewhere in his tightening chest. He wanted to shout at them, to order them to halt, to remind them that he — not Sakaar — was their sovereign. Yet deep inside, just like every one of them… he felt the same unavoidable compulsion to obey.
Was it the overwhelming, crushing power that Marshal Sakaar and his Crimson Forces had displayed repeatedly through decades of war?
Or the unspoken gratitude for the countless times they had saved his people from extinction?
…Most likely the former.
