Alex's eyes widened in shock at the elder's sudden outburst.
Before he could speak, Selene stepped forward, her glare sharp as ice.
A wave of frost burst from her, covering the throne hall in a chilling veil.
The air grew dense—cold and heavy—like a blizzard had awakened inside the very walls.
Everyone in the hall felt it: the suffocating pressure, the weight of a slumbering force roused from deep within.
Selene's eyes glowed with an ethereal frost-blue light.Her fists clenched at her sides, teeth gritted.
Even Sara's eyes widened at the release of such aura. She raised her hand calmly.With a mere wave, her own overwhelming presence surged out.In an instant, the frost aura vanished like mist before the sun.
Her voice thundered through the hall, clear and unyielding."Grand Elder, you are excused from the conference. Leave."
The elder's eyes bulged in disbelief. He tried to protest, "But, Matriarch—"
Sara silenced him with a graceful but firm gesture."I said—leave."
