The atmosphere around the museum was suffocating. People were still on their knees, gasping for air, struggling to breathe under the crushing weight of Lucifer's aura. It pressed down on them like a mountain, merciless and absolute.
Danny, Natly, and Tommen didn't even know what was happening at first. Just moments ago, they had been confident—ready to put that arrogant kid in his place. But the next second, it felt as if death itself was pressing against their throats. The suffocating pressure left them unable to move, their bodies trembling as if they were about to collapse for good.
And then, just as suddenly, the pressure vanished. The invisible mountain lifted, leaving them drenched in sweat, gulping for air as their lungs finally remembered how to breathe.
Before they could recover, the Shadow Legion appeared, stepping forward with cool composure. Tyrion wore a smug expression as he folded his arms, his tone dripping with arrogance.
