The Fourth Elder was strong, and he possessed a confidence that stemmed from his true abilities, devoid of any illusion of arrogance or petty greed for power.
He stood there like an unsheathed blade, radiating a sense of absolute authority that made the air in the forging yard feel heavy and thick.
"Are you crazy?!" When the Fourth Elder heard even half of the story from Lang, he couldn't help but look at Berry and William while speaking in such an enraged way. His voice boomed, echoing off the silent furnaces.
"This isn't the time to play hero! This is a monster tide, a big deal! You should be hiding in safety, not even risking yourselves by standing out here in the open!"
As he spoke, a hidden pressure was exerted over William, a manifestation of the Elder's spiritual will. It was an aura capable of rendering not only Bronze spirit masters, but even Silver spirit masters, paralysed with fear.
