"Gahh!" The man recoiled, clutching his stinging hands after slamming himself against the barrier. As expected—nothing. Not even a hairline crack.
Domella's brows tightened. "Try again."
The Council officers exchanged uneasy glances but rose once more. Aether gathered around them in turbulent waves as they unleashed a unified strike, all power funneled into a single point, hoping—desperately—to carve out enough space for even one person to slip through.
But the barrier didn't so much as quiver. The unflinching dome remained pristine, untouched, almost mocking.
"Tch…" the brunette woman clicked her tongue. "How is this possible…? That Devil shouldn't have appeared now," she whispered.
That cursed child had been contracted by a General-ranked demon. Whatever purpose the Devil had, it certainly wasn't trivial. Yet it surfaced here, of all times—during an assessment? Cornering two students, knocking out guards… what could it possibly be aiming for?
