His aether pressure was unleashed and instantly, the group of youths was suppressed, but rapidly, they all took out branded stones and crushed them.
SHAH!
Amon's aether pressure dissipated.
"Oh, my! Who would've thought we'd meet here?" mused Amon as he walked away from the walls of the cave and toward them.
Zarvin, the man at the helm of the group, frowned hearing this, waving his hand to summon a black blade.
"The ancestors were too kind to educate you, so we will take it upon ourselves."
Amon chuckled hearing this. Of course, these youths were royal seat holders.
"Well, come."
Before they could even initiate, they all instinctively retreated, their hairs standing on end as Amon slowly continued to walk toward them.
As he did so, he grabbed the air and a spear formed within his closing palm.
He swung once and, though no aether was invoked, a thick wall of compressed air came crashing onto them.
WHOOOSH!
