Silence fell upon the realm.
And for a moment, both livings and undeads stopped moving, one paralysed by fear, the other by awe- It only lasted a mere second and then, the abnormal sensation disappeared, but both sides seemed to innately know what was the cause of that.
Milo was shining like a golden sun, but he involuntarily took a step back, the surge of power not potent enough to make him discard his fears and apprehension especially as he faced the pure undead.
The darkness nesting within his cage-like helm was replaced by a powerful glow of deep, dark purple, instantly, the air felt too heavy to breath in, trees and grass seemed to lose their colour as they spontaneously drained themselves of their life force, this was no conscious effort by the undead to kill, they simply felt like sinners to be alive in his presence, and seeking absolution, they siphoned themselves of their sins, Milo felt a similar pressure fall upon him, but he managed to stand strong and not give in.
