The Lord of that planet, along with the more than a thousand senior specialists imprisoned beside him, begged for mercy. Their pleas fell on deaf ears.
Little by little, the light drained from their eyes. Their skin withered until it clung to bone like dry parchment, every drop of blood forcibly wrung from their veins.
The same scene played out across the entire planet.
Hands that only moments earlier had cradled children fell limp, the little ones tumbling to the ground alongside their parents.
Workers collapsed mid-task, tools slipping from fingers that no longer had the strength to hold them.
Traffic accidents multiplied along the roads, vehicles careening out of control without conscious drivers at the wheel, while every soul, every drop of Qi—both from the citizens and from the planet's own spiritual vein—was being mercilessly drained.
