Max narrowed his eyes, feeling a deep chill crawl up his spine as he studied the new arrivals, because even at a distance, he could sense powerful, threatening sword intent flowing from several of the Absolute Sword Palace geniuses like invisible currents of killing intent that seemed ready to cut down anything in their path.
With a frown creasing his forehead, Max muttered quietly, "They all are too strong," unable to ignore the oppressive force of the sword concepts emanating from them, so intense that it felt as though countless blades were pressing against his skin from miles away.
Princess Lyra's expression grew solemn as she nodded in agreement, her tone steady but edged with caution as she said, "Of course they are strong. They're from the Absolute Sword Palace, after all."
