The moment Ash and the Originats stepped fully into the throne room, every sound died.
Every breath hitched.
Specifically, among the women.
Heat flushed through them as if someone had slipped an aphrodisiac into the air.
Ash exhaled quietly—his Erosence was restrained to its absolute limit… yet even that wasn't enough. Lower beings like these couldn't help but react to him.
Before anyone could lose control and pounce at him—
SNAP!
Time froze.
Everyone in the room went still—except for two figures floating before the projection.
Sandra and Shia remained untouched by the time change.
Sandra's eyes widened, and as if needing to confirm with her own hands that the man before her was truly her son—
She vanished.
And reappeared with a fist already flying.
BOOOOOM!
Her punch detonated against Ash's face—only for him to stop it with a single finger.
Since becoming an Asura again... Sandra had never been quite warm in the normal sense.
