"I will not tolerate any of this! Not from the likes of you!" Baroness Maristella Voss's sharp, shrill voice cuts through the atmosphere like a blade.
"I accepted your request to train you, not for my sake, but for yours! How dare you ignore me the way you did!"
The air in the room turns sharp and suffocating.
The five Hunters feel the air in their lungs being ripped away, leaving nothing behind. No matter how hard they try, they can't draw in a single breath.
They clutch at their throats, struggling desperately to breathe.
Taylor, who has just recovered from his injuries, is the weakest among them. He cannot endure the sudden deprivation of oxygen and soon collapses, losing consciousness once more.
Hawk, despite having the most severe injuries, forces himself onto one knee, fighting to stay conscious.
He refuses to go down without resistance.
He tries to summon his fire, forcing his power to respond. But fire cannot exist where there is no oxygen.
Nothing happens.
