The air around Lamair didn't just shift, it folded inward, as if reality itself grew wary of what it was about to witness. A low, bone-deep hum rolled out from his chest, and the ground beneath him withered into ash the moment his power began to climb.
His aura burst outward in a deafening pulse. It wasn't loud in the traditional sense; it was the kind of sound that felt like a whisper pressed directly into the skull, a reminder of mortality delivered by something far too ancient to care.
