A terrifying wave of power exploded throughout the tent.
The ground beneath everyone's feet trembled violently, and the tables shook while the chairs slid backward across the floor. The lamps hanging from above swung wildly as their chains rattled without stopping, and the dancing light cast shifting shadows across the walls and ceiling.
Several weaker officers immediately turned pale under the overwhelming pressure, while others nearly collapsed onto one knee. Even many high-ranking nobles found it difficult to breathe as the invisible force pressed heavily against their bodies. Cold sweat instantly covered their foreheads, and their clothes quickly became damp. Some of them gritted their teeth and struggled to remain standing, while others lowered their heads because they could no longer bear the suffocating pressure.
Ethan also felt the crushing pressure descend upon him.
In truth, he could endure it without much difficulty.
