Azaron raised a hand ever so slowly, his motion calm, yet with just that single, deliberate movement, all the Imperial Cabinet Members, the three Dukes, and the Imperial Knights shot backward in fear. Their bodies turned into streaks of blurred motion as each of them crossed tens of kilometers in the span of a split second, their Astra energy surging violently through their Astra veins as they prepared to defend and block whatever attack Azaron was about to unleash upon the Empire, their instincts screaming at them to survive.
But the moment they raised their defenses, the attack they expected never came. There was no destruction, there was no explosion, there was simply nothing at all, as Azaron had merely raised his hand because he wished to, not because he intended to strike. If he truly wanted to attack them, they would not have seen it coming, nor would they have had the opportunity to react in the slightest.
