The tension in the air became unbearable, and the crowd dared not move, each breath a struggle. Even those from prestigious families who had survived the earlier chaos felt small before the overwhelming presence of this man.
Nobles exchanged uneasy glances, knowing that this Overlord was no ordinary figure—he was one of the most powerful diviners in the world, a ruler in his own right.
Despite the massive gulf in flux pressure, Linsley stood calmly, unshaken by the display of superiority before him.
His expression remained indifferent, his gaze locked onto the Overlord with a level of composure that seemed almost casual. While the audience could feel the pressure threatening to crush them, Linsley was unfazed.
The Overlord, noticing the lack of fear in Linsley's eyes, narrowed his own in disbelief and irritation.
