Yeah I am an evil author kekekekekeh—!
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He had arrived.
Eugene Darcyroix had stepped onto the field.
The moment his foot touched the ground, the atmosphere shifted.
A suffocating force rippled outward, an invisible weight pressing down on everything within its reach.
His aura wasn't just overwhelming—it was absolute.
The air thickened as a tidal wave of pure dominance swept across the battlefield, crashing over everything like an unstoppable force of nature.
Even Alicia, who sat in the audience seat, felt the pressure bear down on her.
Her breath hitched, her body tensed—despite her own strength, despite her experience, even she couldn't ignore it.
And then there was Lyrium.
His body trembled.
His fingers twitched slightly, his knees threatened to buckle.
He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay upright, but it was a losing battle.
