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Sylas tumbled across the ground, coughing up mouthfuls of blood as he felt the surging Aether rampaging through his body.
There was a flash in Byahmad's eyes. They had succeeded, and everything had been recorded properly.
Even if things hadn't gone as well as they expected, he could just cut everything out and only release the ending. That would be enough.
Several Warlords stood, having sensed the aura of a C-tier just now, but none of them could tell exactly who it had come from. If not for their keen senses, it would have almost felt like it had come from Zolte himself, but that much was impossible.
Whoever had used their aura just now had done it especially cleverly. And against a mere F-tier, they could afford to control it so expertly because they hardly needed to use even a fraction of their strength to cause such a result.
