Wallen's body radiated an overwhelming surge of Aether, the air around him distorting like waves above a scorching fire. Blue energy streamed from his eyes like twin infernos, his very breath spilling luminous torrents of raw power.
It was as if the essence of divinity itself had descended into a mortal shell, reshaping Wallen into something otherworldly...something terrifying.
Rex stumbled back, his cocky facade faltering as sweat formed on his brow. "Holy shit!" he muttered, his voice cracking slightly. The oppressive force pressing against his chest wasn't just strength; it was suffocating, a flood of Aether that seemed limitless in its sheer volume.
While it lacked the sharp, cutting potency of a blade, its sheer overwhelming presence was enough to make his knees threaten to buckle.
Wallen's voice echoed, deep and resonant, layered with an unnatural timbre that made it impossible to discern whether it came from his mouth or the very air around him.
