Javier raised an eyebrow, still grinning.
"Chill, Liana… Gloria… what's with the aura?"
Liana's voice came cold and unwavering.
"I hate them."
"Err… chill a bit?" Javier tried, maintaining his casual demeanor.
"No, Young Master," Gloria replied bluntly.
"What if they betray us again?" Liana added, her eyes sharp.
Without another word, Liana drew her twin blades.
At the same time, Gloria reached back, her warhammer forming and expanding, glowing with faint mana lines.
The atmosphere grew heavier, as if gravity itself had shifted.
The aura doubled.
Amazarak warriors fell to their knees, unable to breathe properly. Some collapsed completely, hands trembling.
Even Zania froze.
She took an unconscious step back, her legs wobbling.
Her breath caught.
Cedric simply smiled, arms still crossed.
"Liana. Gloria. Put your weapons down."
Immediately, the pressure vanished.
Liana and Gloria halted mid-step, then lowered their weapons without hesitation.
