Whoosh!
Sensing the tyrannical aura Aeramis was currently giving off, the young man decided to take a few steps back in response, his complexion slightly pale as he endured the terror he currently felt from the man.
Though he had asked him the question out of pure curiosity, Ataraxia thought that the realm of combat he had seen his opponent unleash at the end of the tournament was the pinnacle of what a person could possibly achieve.
After all, even with just a small difference between their comprehension, the level of might the figure at the end of the fourth trial showed him gave him a slight feeling that he was intruding upon the territory of a sovereign.
Yet, it drastically paled in comparison to the sensation Aeramis was giving him at the moment, making him feel as if the entire world around him was under both the scrutiny and the control of the man before him.
And that was far more terrifying than just entering a sovereign's territory.
Swoosh!
