The terrifying energies Beak Crusher was generating between his palms were continually tousling the airspace with visible quaking vibrations. The inner portion of the barrier became so dense that tangible air could be felt with solid sensation.
"This is unreal!"
The students were succumbing more and more to the cumbersome air pressure fraught with despotism, so much so that they found it rather difficult to continually flap their wings. Rankede had to be using the remaining magnetic essences of his Spectus Vision to keep himself along with the others behind him from getting crushed.
Numerous calamitous waves were swerving around Beak Crusher's proximity with enough application of force to rival the mundane world's most renowned hydraulic press.
