"For those who had no cultivation whatsoever, Bandolen's thunderous voice echoed like trumpets on judgment day: The certainty of death and destruction had arrived, and there would be no escape.
Only those with an advanced Flux synchronization rate managed to resist somewhat the deterrent and oppressive effect carried by Bandolen's voice.
Certain important and powerful figures, though reclusive across the five districts of Rest City, felt the impact of Bandolen's voice and were, in a way, also affected.
It seemed that this would be an extremely delicate day in the balance of powers.
Bandolen remained hovering in the air atop the Western District, near the Free Feather Martial Arts School. The college's servants, supervisors, and teachers observed Bandolen's figure in the air as if he were some deity of vengeance, come to exact due punishment upon them.
