As Alex walked away from the shattered arena, the dust that filled the air seemed to bend to an unseen authority. The fine particles drifted around him and settled harmlessly to the ground before they could touch his clothes. Every step he took carried an effortless calm that contrasted sharply with the chaos he had left behind.
On both sides of the ruined avenue, thousands of ordinary citizens remained kneeling with their foreheads pressed against the cracked asphalt. They did not move. They barely dared to breathe. Their trembling bodies reflected emotions far more complicated than simple fear.
Behind Alex, the eight newly awakened disciples followed in perfect formation.
Their movements were synchronized to such a degree that they appeared almost mechanical. Platinum silver light flowed around their bodies like living streams of energy. The immense spiritual pressure lingering across the place parted before them, unable to resist their presence.
