Anneliese stood frozen, gazing at the sea of suffering before her.
It wasn't just the lifeless bodies scattered across the ruins, but the severely wounded. Muffled groans echoed from beneath the rubble. Trembling hands clutched at bleeding torsos, desperately waiting for medical aid that might never arrive.
The girl took a deep breath. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, then released it slowly. Haaah...
VWUUUM!
In that exact fraction of a second, a colossal shockwave of Aura erupted from her body.
Absolute Aura—a spiritual pressure that was pure, dense, and utterly dominating. It was the absolute power of a sovereign leader who wasn't asking for a favor, but issuing an indisputable decree.
The air across the entire Southern Gate instantly grew heavy and suffocating.
