As the air crackled with Alister's mana, all the halted attacks... the spikes of ice, crackling lightning, roaring flames, and poisonous clouds... vanished in an instant. The oppressive aura dissipated, leaving the battlefield uneasily silent.
Vira, still seated on the hover bike at a safe distance, stared wide-eyed at the scene. She couldn't hide her shock.
"How… how did he do that?" she muttered to herself, gripping the handlebars tightly.
Quinton, despite his broken leg chuckled faintly. "Guess you aren't the Overlord for nothing," he said, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Alister's gaze was sharp, his tone filled with a dmall but deadly warning. "You'd better start talking. My patience is thin."
Quinton raised his hands in mock surrender, his smirk softening. "Alright, alright, no need to get so grim. I come in peace."
He said, shifting slightly on his good leg. "And I intend to make this worth your while."
