"Stop."
As the voice echoed through the cafe, commanding and authoritative, an unseen force seemed to grip everyone present.
The air crackled with intense energy, and the mana that had been swirling around the combatants suddenly felt heavy and oppressive, as if it were pushing down on them, restricting their movements.
Each person in the cafe felt the weight of this invisible pressure, unable to move freely as they had before. It was as if the very atmosphere had turned against them, refusing to allow any further violence or chaos to unfold.
Amidst this stifling aura, all eyes turned toward the source of the commanding voice.
Standing at the center of the mana, her blonde hair cascading around her, was a woman whose presence demanded respect and obedience.
