Darius struck their souls with a wave of his hand, leaving them to scream in immense agony... they felt like their souls were being torn apart, and they could do nothing to stop the pain. As mere commoners, their consciousness barrier was already frail. If Darius hadn't controlled his strike, they might have been killed instantly.
"Was this enough to refresh your memory?" Darius asked coldly, leaning closer.
The pain was unbearable, and yet... they didn't say a word. They just kept crying and shaking their heads, insisting they didn't know what these men were talking about.
Seeing this, the Bishop's face didn't change... he slowly lifted the sobbing Levi by the back of his neck. Then, he walked to the parents, leaving them to stare at their son kicking and screaming, but to no avail... even when the spiritual pressure was lifted, there wasn't much they could do against them.
