Pleading voices echoed in sharp tones that shook the legs of the chair beside them, while they hit their foreheads on the hardened ground, almost as if wanting to break their skulls free.
At the front to which their bows were directed, Lord Osai hovered in the air, his face shimmering with great density that seemed to be sucking the oxygen in the room.
His blue eyes glowed violently, and their glow seeped out of the tinted glasses and stretched onto the street like spiritual beings.
The two wings at his back flapped slowly, bouncing the air in a pressurized nature that made tiny dust particles and the sheets on the large table float in the air.
The moment he saw one of the boys smiling while bowing beside a lady wearing a long black robe, Lord Osai's eyes glowed vigorously, intensifying the already pressurized air.
Within a twinkle of an eye, the seven-year-old boy's yellow eyes opened wide, followed by a gurgling sound that erupted from his opened throat.
