Grover's face went pale. His entire body trembled slightly as the pressure bore down on him like the weight of a mountain. His knees almost buckled under the intensity. He tried to speak, but his throat felt dry and tight. When he finally managed to utter something, his voice was barely a whisper.
"No… This can't be…" he muttered, disbelief lacing every syllable.
The aura surrounding Max was far too overwhelming. It was impossible. The sheer power pressing against him didn't belong to a 6th level Legend Rank genius. It didn't even belong to someone at the Mythic Rank. No—what he was sensing was something much higher. It was as if a being from beyond their realm, something from the Divine Rank or even beyond, had descended upon them.