Amon's words carried an oppressive weight, far exceeding the casual tone of his expression.
The resulting pressure forced Emir's head down, and the burden behind the reminder nearly overwhelmed him.
But he was not one to remain subdued for long.
'Aether Overdrive'
He chanted inwardly, unleashing a momentary surge of power that lifted his strength by several grades, bordering Serpahim's second subrank, Exarch.
His Core pulsed, and Aether congregated towards him.
Emir then commanded the Aether to coat his body, and that was what happened, as it enveloped him while also circulating through him, amplifying his defense.
Gritting his teeth, he readied himself and raised his head, his inky eyes swirling.
He met Amon's gaze head-on, defying the principal's insinuation.
