After their probing ended, Rodrick and Jonathan moved at the same time, and in that instant it was as if all the air had been sucked out of the stone corridor.
A layer of extremely thin yet dazzling silver-blue light bloomed at the tip of Jonathan's sword. That light spread along the blade, climbed to the hand gripping the hilt, then flowed up his arm to his shoulder armor, finally shrouding his entire body in a solid, heavy Knight's Will.
His aura was no longer restrained and contained like before, but like a waterfall crashing down from a great height.
Jonathan pressed his sword forward, and with him as the center, the slabs within dozens of steps all cracked open at once. Countless tiny shards were crushed straight down into the ground by the pressure; the area under his feet seemed struck by some massive weight and sank half an inch as a whole.
