But this time, Micha'el wasn't showing off his speed.
No, now he wanted to make a point- this was about raw power.
He leapt into the air and activated his fighting aura, a bluish glow erupting around his body like a storm in motion. The pressure that followed struck the crowd like an invisible wave. It felt like a giant hand had seized the air itself, making it hard to breathe or even move for those with weaker wills.
The closer you were to him, the heavier the pressure became.
If it had been anyone else standing across from him, they might have frozen in place- paralyzed by the sheer dominance radiating from Micha'el's overwhelming aura.
But Auren wasn't just anyone.
He had clashed with Vulkris- a King Beast wreathed in flame, death, and ancient fury.
That monster's mere presence alone had threatened to burn his soul to ash.
Compared to that?
Micha'el's aura felt like a child flailing around with a burning stick.
