Max felt the breath almost leave his lungs as the Arbiter suddenly clapped his hands together.
The sound was simple, almost too simple for what followed.
A terrifying shockwave burst from Aurelian and rushed toward Max and the spirit army behind him, making the air ripple like water as wave after wave of mysterious golden power crashed over them. It did not feel like wind. It did not feel like mana either. It pressed against their bodies from the outside and inside at the same time, crushing into their bones, shaking their organs, forcing even the spirits to tremble as if something much heavier than a mountain had suddenly fallen over their souls.
Even Max, who carried dragon blood in his body, no, two dragon bloodlines now, felt his body struggle to withstand the pressure.
His wings shook behind him. His claws tightened. The shining darkness around his arm flickered for a moment, as if even the void hated the weight of that golden force pressing down on it.
