The armored figure standing beside Arthur raised his sword slightly in a deliberate motion.
The weapon gleamed with a strange light that hurt to look at directly. It wasn't normal light but something else entirely.
Everyone's eyes watered when they tried to focus on the blade for more than a second. Some people had to look away completely because the pain became too much.
"This is Telford," Arthur said in a calm voice that carried across the silent arena. "My servant."
The moment those words left Arthur's mouth, Telford released his aura without warning. It crashed down on the entire arena like an invisible tsunami. The pressure felt like a mountain had been dropped on everyone's shoulders all at once.
Every single person felt it immediately strike their bodies. Even the three Martial Saints took steps backward without meaning to. Their feet moved on instinct as their bodies recognized the overwhelming danger.
