As he reopened his eyes, his aura began to manifest, a faint glimmer at first, hovering like a thin mist around him.
The atmosphere changed subtly, as if the very ground beneath him was responding to his energy.
The aura started to swell, undulating with a rhythmic pulse.
Then, in a sudden surge, his power erupted, flooding the space with his energy.
It was raw and unrefined, yet intense, carrying a unique mix of unpredictability and strength.
One of the six warriors, the silver-haired man, crossed his arms and let out a faint scoff. "It's lacking focus," he muttered. "Powerful, sure, but undisciplined. Like a blunt blade."
The woman with violet eyes tilted her head, a mocking smile twisting her lips.
"I've seen raw talent before, but this... it's as though he's holding back. Or maybe he's simply not aware of the depth of his own power."
The man with the bone-chilling aura gave a small, nearly imperceptible nod.
