The seal disappeared into Alex's storage space with a faint shimmer, as though even the air itself hesitated to linger near such an object. Only after it was completely concealed did the six disciples finally regain enough composure to move. One by one, they rose to their feet, their robes clinging to their bodies as if they had just emerged from water. Sweat dripped from their foreheads, their breathing uneven, and their eyes still filled with lingering fear.
For several moments, no one spoke. The silence was heavy, almost suffocating, as though the pressure from before had not entirely dissipated.
Finally, one of them broke the stillness.
"What was that?" he asked, his voice trembling despite his effort to remain calm.
Alex turned toward them, his expression was unreadable, yet there was a depth in his gaze that none of them could quite comprehend.
"It is the seal of the Chaos Clan," he said slowly, measuring each word. "Do any of you know anything about them?"
