Seeing the weird-looking man's departing back, Damian sighed in relief. However, the relief was short-lived as he felt a fierce gaze boring into his own back. Damian knew who it was even before he turned around. He did so slowly, keeping his gaze fixed on the wooden floor and avoiding her eyes.
"Leave us," she said coldly.
Everyone began to exit the room. Besides Damian and the commander, only three others had remained after Lord Tristan left, with the order the last three also left. Damian tried to sneak away too but found himself unable to move freely. Her aura control weighed heavily on his small shoulders, making each step feel like an immense burden, That was just crazy aura control now... Wasn't she a mage..? He continued walking though, doing his best to ignore the oppressive weight, but it only grew heavier until his feet dug into the wooden floor, forcing him to stop.
