Behind Kael, a phantom silhouette rose. A colossal draconic shadow stretched across the sky, its wings spanning the valley like a storm cloud. Ancient eyes opened within the illusion, staring down upon everyone gathered below.
For several seconds… no one moved. Then a few fighters stepped back. A beastkin warrior lowered his weapon slowly, confusion filling his eyes. "What… is this feeling…"
Another human gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his face as he struggled to resist the invisible pressure.
Above the battlefield, the floating elites also froze. The young master of the Beluga family started trembling nervously. "You are… it can't be… you are…"
Kael simply smiled. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could do that, his gaze darted to the blade of grass. A single person was standing next to it, completely unaffected by his aura.
"A necromancer has this much willpower? Interesting." Kael grinned.
