The air between Master Sung and the four black-marked beasts that had descended from the portal was thick and tense, so much that it would be best referred to as oppressive. Everyone remained locked in a silent standoff, their gazes fixed on opponents whose very presence chilled the air.
The silence stretched on, each second feeling like an hour. Brok could hear his own heartbeat thundering in his ears so loudly he was convinced everyone else could hear it too.
Mara found herself unconsciously holding her breath, only releasing it in short, controlled bursts when her lungs couldn't hold it anymore.
Leo, however, could feel his legs shaking ever so slightly. His palms were sweating so much that he had to keep wiping them on his pants, leaving dark stains of wetness on them.
The Luo techniques flowing through her body should have made her feel confident, powerful even, and with Sen and Master Sung by her side, she should have felt a bit more confidence, but unfortunately...
