Chapter 17: Penalty
The air was thick with a heavy sensation that made it hard for Damien to breathe, no matter how many times he shifted his seating position.
Ahara too.
She turned stiff in an instant, her eyes glued on the door as three identical men dressed in white robes strode inside the room.
Height, build and clothes, everything about them was similar, especially since they had hidden their faces behind the hoods attached to their robes.
Damien could tell the heavy sensation was coming from them.
It started when they opened the door, and now that they were inside, he could feel it crawling up his skin and getting to his head.
"It's called aura," Ahara had explained to him after he asked her about the burning sensation he had felt coming from her and the others during the fight two weeks ago.
"It's the power within every Gibbit, the magic value that determines their hero rank and how strong they are. The more powerful a Gibbit is, the more sickening the aura they emit once they decide to intimidate their opponent."
What bothered Damien the most was how, instead of it burning him this time, it choked him.
He couldn't wrap his head around the sudden change, not that he had the chance to do so either way with the council standing on the far end of his bed, their heads looking in his direction.
"Damien and Ahara Amaris, son to the former Numen and his wife, and current S-ranked hero residing in the human world under special circumstances," one of the council members shouted at the top of his voice, the heavy air in the room seemingly increasing with each word he spoke.