The bronze-skinned Amazari's face twisted.
"I should have erased you all back then."
The air screamed as his air law responded to his fury. Invisible currents compressed and folded inward, forming layer upon layer of cutting force around his body.
"Charging me with ants and corpses," he continued, his voice rising. "Do you truly believe numbers matter?"
He lifted his arm slowly, fingers curling.
"I am Rank Four."
The pressure spiked.
Several Rank Three beings at the front were forced to their knees instantly, bones creaking under the weight of his presence. Even those behind them felt their lungs tighten and their hearts stutter.
Yet the silver-haired elder did not stop.
She stepped through the pressure.
Her aura flared, silver and sharp, pushing back against his law just enough to keep moving.
