Everyone was stunned into silence. The shock was palpable, and before anyone could shout angrily or act, they were stunned as Andromeda swiftly released her mana. Suddenly, the heat was unbearable. Andromeda's eyes were ablaze with fury.
"You dare," Andromeda's voice was low but resonant, echoing with power. The air around her shimmered with the intensity of her mana. "You dare speak to me this way?"
Sylvette took a step back, her bravado faltering as the heat intensified. The crowd watched in terrified silence, the air heavy with tension.
"I am the princess of Bethel," Andromeda continued, her voice growing stronger, "and I am the Chosen Saintess. You will respect me!" Her words were not just a command but a promise of what would happen if Sylvette or anyone continued.
