There was a few seconds of pause before the crowd stepped back.
It was as if Kyran's words carried some power that made them comply without resistance. Some even felt that if he told them to kneel before him, they would listen to him.
All the blacksmiths trying to control the crowd earlier were left speechless at how Disciple Tyr's simple words could silence the crowd and even make them step back.
They all looked at him with eyes filled with awe. Yet, at the same time, fear. Because as far as they knew, Disciple Tyr's magic had nothing to do with sound or manipulation. For his words to carry such power meant his magic level was at a level high above them all.
Did this mean he was at the same level as Chairman Noir? But he looked too young!
As soon as the crowd stepped back, Kyran gave a grateful smile that almost made every female present in the crowd swoon.
