The disciples' hearts couldn't help but shudder when they felt the power radiating from Altair.
Thankfully, a barrier had appeared around the stage blocking this pressure. If not, the disciples below wouldn't have only coughed up blood or fainted.
On the stage, Quilt's expression changed as he took a few steps back away from Altair. A faint golden shimmer covered his body to block the terrifying force coming from Altair.
"Bastard…"
Quilt couldn't help but curse.
This force was easy to block for Quilt because only a minuscule amount was coming towards him, all of it was instead locked onto Sol on the other side of the stage.
As the aura of the spell from Altair crashed down on his shoulders, Sol felt the suppressive force surround him. At the same time, he realized that his Aether Energy was turning sluggish, and even the blood flowing through his veins slowed down.
