I looked at Kairos for help, but he very deliberately pretended he didn't see me—standing there like some smug owner showing off his prized pet to a crowd. My eye twitched. Traitor.
Around me, the air thickened. Eleven high-rank figures, each with the kind of presence that could tilt the balance of whole nations. Their auras scraped against each other like blades drawn halfway from their sheaths.
Anyone else my age would've passed out or at least fallen to their knees. But me? Nothing.
With no magic power in my body, their overflowing mana washed over me like meaningless wind. I stood there, perfectly fine, while they radiated enough intimidation to make a dragon sweat.
"Now that we have eleven members, why don't we have a ranking tournament!?" Dagur boomed, cracking his neck so loudly the cave echoed. He probably thought he was using his "indoor voice."
"I'm down for that," William added calmly.
