Noah noticed how Emily was suffocating. Her face had turned a pale shade of white, and her chest was heaving as she struggled to draw in even a single breath of air.
The realization hit him like a blow, and he quickly retracted the mana pressure that had been subconsciously oozing out of him.
He had been so consumed by his cold rage toward the count's son and his lackeys that he hadn't realized his power was leaking into the room, turning the very atmosphere into a crushing weight.
Noah was now a mid Master Magus, a rank that placed him leagues above the average magus. Emily, on the other hand, was only an Adept Magus.
In the hierarchy of magical power, the gap between an Adept and a Master was like the distance between a flickering candle and a raging forest fire.
