Amon felt his blood begin to boil.
All the fatigue he had felt from reading so much vanished instantly.
The next moment, he activated the visualisation art.
Instantly, his eyes brightened as his primordial energy drained steadily toward them.
A heavy tension settled over the group.
The seven silhouettes standing on the roof, barely illuminated by the night sky, continued staring at Amon.
No one wanted to be the first to attack.
It wasn't because Amon was scared, but rather he was still having difficulties activating the visualisation art.
He wasn't as adept at it as he was in his other battle arts.
Thankfully, it activated moments later.
Instantly, his vision changed drastically, and in his line of sight, he noticed an ash-colored light.
The light was extremely bright, but it was nothing compared to what he had seen from Damien.
And coupled with the fact that the light was ash, it didn't strain Amon's vision.
Internally, he roughly estimated their strength.
