The sky submits under his feet, the atmosphere solidifies around him.
Just by standing there, he seems to become the center of the universe, the measure of all things.
When his eyes open and close, there is no blinding divine light, only a soul-piercing calm, indifferent to the mundane, a gaze truly overlooking ants and wielding the rules.
Seville Empire, Marquis of Steelheart, Ares Iron Anvil, a Level 4 Knight who has ignited divine fire, concentrating on the divine status associated with war and steel.
"Two Level 3… a good harvest." Marquis Ares voices calmly; not loud, yet clearly overpowering all battle noise on the field, resonating directly within the souls of Isera and the High Priest, with a metallic coldness.
Facing this catastrophic pressure, Isera and the High Priest's expressions drastically change, feeling an unprecedented death threat.
But they did not retreat, as the highest Guardians of the clan, there was no retreat.
