The moment Grey released his power, an intense purple radiance burst forth from his body, instantly flooding the room with a brilliant glow. The violent surge of light washed over the walls, ceiling, and floor, making the dimly lit room appear as though it had been submerged beneath a sea of violet.
Grey, who had already been on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion, suddenly felt the malicious aura that had locked onto him retreat without warning. The overwhelming sensation of death that had wrapped around his body like invisible chains rapidly faded, allowing clarity to return to his eyes.
He immediately turned around and glanced at Iria, who remained seated quietly on the bed in deep meditation. Her breathing was calm and steady, and her expression remained tranquil, as though she had neither noticed the sudden eruption of purple light nor sensed the terrifying pressure that had just descended upon the room.
