Asher's right hand moved with slow, deliberate indifference. The moment his fingers twitched and rose from the table, eyes snapped toward him, every pair of pupils narrowing in sharp alertness. It was as though invisible strings of tension pulled at their gazes, each one asking the same silent question: What was the Tenth Sun about to do?
Within Asher's body, Astra pulsed like a gentle current, flowing smoothly through his Astra veins. A faint shimmer spread across his skin, subtle but undeniable, as energy pooled into his raised palm. The sight was enough to sharpen the atmosphere instantly, as if the hall itself braced for impact.
Seeing the Astra gather, the nobles seated at the table could not help but think: 'Is he going to attack?'
