They couldn't comprehend who was in front of them as the man spoke again, his voice eerily calm now instead of the earlier anger and frustration.
"Move."
He repeated again, this time sounding more human than before, yet no one was relieved in the slightest.
It wasn't as if it was impossible to move; it was just that they felt compelled not to. That they should be down on the ground in the man's presence.
Even the ones who were barely standing previously started to get on their knees now.
'W-who is he!? D-don't tell me he is a saint! Is this what it feels like to be in front of a saint?'
The man who started everything with his question thought as he didn't dare to look into the mysterious person's eyes anymore.
He nor anyone here had ever met a saint, but from the way they were all powerless, that was the only logical conclusion that came to their minds.
