The pressure hit like gravity multiplied by ten.
All across the shattered remains of Baytorn, every soldier dropped to their knees at once—faces to the dirt, hands trembling. Dreamway and Alphacrest alike were powerless against the weight of that command.
Their bodies weren't responding to their will anymore.
It was domination, a flex of Jake's aura turned the entire battlefield into a kingdom—and he was the tyrant at its center.
Jonathan gritted his teeth, muscles straining against the unseen weight pressing down on his shoulders.
Jake's voice echoed again, darker this time.
"I will kill you all like hopeless chickens," he said coldly, each word dipped in venom.
He stepped forward with slow, terrifying certainty, his heavy boots crushing stones with every stride.
His first target? Jonathan.
Everyone was shocked to the bone.
It was as if the very sky had bent.
