The pulse of murderous intent tore through the coliseum.
It wasn't sound, but every person felt it like a sudden, invisible storm. Hair snapped backward as if struck by a violent gust of wind. The atmosphere shifted. Something primal screamed in the blood of every living thing present.
And then
Thud, Thud Thud.
People in the stands began to collapse, one after another, like dominoes. Some slumped over the railings. Others crumpled onto each other. Their eyes rolled back. Foam pooled at the corners of mouths. A few were locked in silent screams, paralyzed, pupils dilated with raw terror.
It was as if fear itself had manifested into a force and struck them down.
Everyone below the Third Rank those of D-rank and lower were instantly knocked unconscious. Their minds couldn't withstand the wave. Even the C-ranks staggered, gripping their heads, grimacing, swaying under the pressure. Some vomited. Others blinked rapidly, hallucinating, struggling to separate reality from illusion.
