None of the mages and fighters around him dared to approach Elion, and it was not even a conscious, discussed decision, but rather something that had settled over the battlefield naturally.
As if every single person present had silently agreed that stepping within his vicinity was a line not to be crossed, because what they had just witnessed was not something they could comprehend.
Even after a full minute had passed since the demons had retreated, the clearing around him remained untouched, a wide empty space where no one dared to step, as though the ground itself had been marked by something dangerous and untouchable.
The soldiers on the front lines, those who had been closest to him during the slaughter, did not even entertain the thought of approaching, because they were the ones who had seen it most clearly, had felt the pressure most intensely.
