The magic Alexander had long suppressed—how he even stored that much in such a tiny body is a mystery—was released fully by the amateur baby.
Any strong mortal lingering in the vicinity would've been reduced to particles.
A black fog—his power—flooded the entire mountain within seconds. And it didn't stop. It spread, spilling into the horizon like a raging storm.
"Oh no…" Arahabaki muttered, eyes wide. "Is this…"
"Ether…" Yam, equally shocked, completed the sentence.
For the first time in ages, Yam wore no smirk. He wasn't jesting. He was gravely serious.
He turned his head toward the woman seated calmly on a rock, flanked by a butler and a maid.
"Vaelora," he called, "I would greatly appreciate it if you initiated an [Isolated Area] over the range of this city."
Vaelora had been watching everything unfold—silently, patiently, waiting for a moment to strike. But that moment never came.
She knew the Blue Beast was watching her… even without eyes.
