The moment Agonon was shocked to see his attack getting stopped by Asher, a chilling miasma, dense with infernal power, began to envelop him.
A suffocating sense of dread seeped into Agonon's core, stealing away his strength and leaving his vision blurred.
This infernal aura just seemed to spread out from Asher in every direction, growing in size and dread with each passing second until it filled his vision, implanting a deep sense of despair in his soul.
It resembled that of a blazing skeleton rising out from the depths of the Seven Hells, but gigantic in size, dwarfing him, making him feel like an insect standing under its petrifying gaze as its bony fingers wrapped around his soul.
The reality of the situation came crashing down upon Agonon. He had felt many things throughout his life - pride, anger, lust for power - but this gnawing fear was new.
