"Alchemy Guardian, what happened?"
The moment Master Bellamy's polite question left his lips—
BOOOOOOOM!
A crushing burst of abyssal pressure exploded from the Alchemy Guardian like a detonation of a volcano. The luxurious hall groaned and then shrieked under the sudden weight of a Half-Abyssal Grand Lord's unchecked might.
The very air turned solid, and the three vice leaders didn't even manage to stand.
CRAAACK—CRUSH!
Their chairs, crafted from Abyssal Grade-5 ironwood, shattered like brittle shells. All three Abyssal Alchemists were slammed into the ground with bone-splintering force, their limbs bent at unnatural angles.
Their eyes bulged; no scream escaped their throats as the pressure didn't even allow breath, let alone sound. Blood began to leak from their noses, ears, and mouths…their Abyssal bodies trembling like insects under an Abyssal Half-Grand Lord's foot.
