Seeing Alex still alive—still breathing—Aaron's eyes widened in disbelief.
The silver-haired brat was walking toward him.
His steps were uneven, his clothes soaked in blood, but in his hand, the black sword still gleamed faintly.
Not only Aaron, but even Veyron and Veyra froze. This was the same boy who had taken a full-powered strike from a Grandmaster head-on.
By all logic, he shouldn't even have a body left to bury.
Aaron's moment of shock vanished as his instincts took over. His aura exploded outward like an unstoppable tide, flooding the entire forest.
The ground split into deep fractures, trees bowed under invisible weight, and the air turned so thick it felt like it could crush lungs.
The pressure was so immense that bones groaned, joints popped, and some weaker people collapsed lifeless on the spot.
Then came an even greater shock—Alex didn't even flinch.
