One of the Origin Experts, a young man with tousled brown hair, swallowed hard. His voice quavered as he whispered to his companions, "By the eternal sky, their power... it's suffocating."
His female companion, her emerald robes rustling softly in the breeze, nodded in agreement.
"I've never felt anything like this before," she murmured, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe.
But amidst this scene of impending doom, Saint Noble Kyler stood as an unwavering pillar of calm. His posture was relaxed, almost casual, as if he were merely out for an afternoon stroll rather than facing down four powerful adversaries. His silver hair gleamed in the dappled sunlight, and his azure eyes, deep as the endless sky, reflected a wisdom far beyond his years.
Kyler's expression didn't even twitch as he surveyed the scene before him. He merely sighed, a soft exhalation that carried with it the weight of countless similar encounters.
