Vaan's tired voice wasn't loud, but every witch lurking in the surroundings heard it. Even so, no one made a move immediately. In fact, their movements were almost non-existent, resulting in the area being silent.
Only the distant clashes of conflict occurring in other parts of the capital could be subtly heard.
Evidently, the supremacist witches did not trust Vaan's words; they were very apprehensive. If they carelessly attacked, they would suffer a heavy beating at the very least and death at most.
To make his words more convincing, Vaan withdrew his power.
As such, the thousand rocky fire fists crumbled to the ground, and the fire barrier protecting Vossen's magic tower also dissipated into thin air.
Once the supremacist witches witnessed that, they finally gained confidence.
"The imperial dog is tired? My Lady, this is our chance. If members of our household become the ones to strike down that vile man, we will enjoy a higher standing among the witches."
