Chapter 186 - Beginning of the War Council
Almost everyone in the hall had the ability to sense when someone much stronger was standing before them.
It was an innate feeling, developed by most powerful warriors over the course of their lives.
It was more like an unconscious use of a sixth sense—far more rudimentary than the techniques Rygar employed in the Beast God Style, but still effective enough to recognize when one faced a superior force.
When Ornthorn entered, the dangerous, intimidating aura he exuded was immediately felt.
When the Demon King Gretta appeared, everyone perceived her overwhelming power and almost tangible intensity.
The sharp, deadly sensation that Kilian and Taes carried around them was impossible to ignore, like two sheathed blades.
But in that moment, with everyone silent, when distant footsteps echoed down the corridor, a cold shiver ran down each person's spine.
All eyes turned to the entrance of the hall, fixed, not daring to look away for a second.
The collective impression was that a beast was approaching with slow, determined steps—like a tiger stalking its prey—and they, its prey, needed to remain motionless.
The weaker ones had to resist the urge to run at that instant, seized by a primitive terror.
As the footsteps grew nearer, many began to break into a cold sweat, struggling to contain the impulse to draw their weapons.