A crushing pressure burst out from him, invisible but undeniable. The air grew heavy; the ground itself seemed to groan.
One by one, the surrounding elves dropped to their knees, faces contorted in shock and fear as their bodies refused to stand under the weight of his presence.
Some of them screamed, unable to handle the pressure.
Jacob stared at Alex, eyes wide with awe.
'So this is why he became king at such a young age,' he thought. 'This is the difference.'
A sharp voice cut through the tension.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Alex retracted his aura instantly.
He recognized that voice.
'The hell—how did she track me this soon?' he thought.
Virina, still hunched over in pain, glanced up. "Who are you talking about…?"
The crowd of kneeling elves parted.
