Crushing pressure poured off Hajin's body and filled the narrow alley from wall to wall.
The dark aura belonged to the Beast King whose mana he had absorbed after the kill.
Its weight stirred the trash while old mortar crumbled between the damp bricks around both assassins.
Night birds had gone silent above the street. Even animals understood hierarchy.
Two cats fled along the rooftops while their fur bristled against the pressure.
His exhausted body still retained one small reserve, and he deliberately released it into the night air.
Steam curled from his shoulders while the reserve burned through exhaustion like morning frost.
The reserve burned hotter whenever his anger fed it another reason to stay awake.
The woman froze as her confident smirk vanished from a suddenly pale face.
Her skin crawled while a bead of sweat formed at her temple. Her instincts screamed wrongness before any weapon moved.
'What is this pressure? The target felt small only minutes ago.'
