Aren shuddered immediately as he felt a certain pressure emanating from the other side of the door.
Absolute killing intent.
It wasn't directed at him—or anyone specifically. It was just a natural pressure, so invasive that it stained the other side of the door.
Kko stood up immediately, ether gathering around her as the doorknob budged once…twice.
"Shit…a Peak Line 7?" she muttered.
Her nails suddenly grew out to the size of knives as her eyes sharpened, the predatory slits appearing as the irises turned a bright yellow. Cold immediately enveloped her, so cold that it made Aren raise his arms to brace himself.
"Go protect the others! I'm not confident I can protect you all and fight at the same time," she demanded.
"But—!" Sterling started.
"No! Just…go!"
Sterling gripped tightly on the edge of her chair before standing up. Aren immediately did the same, hurrying over to the doors.
