Crack.

The sound of something fracturing echoed from somewhere.
A visible ripple formed in the space, as if cracks were spreading, and the pressure in the room grew palpable.

An overwhelming energy.

This was nothing like the oppressive aura Yuri had felt earlier; her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

“Haa… haa…”

Even breathing became a struggle.
It was the most intense killing intent she had ever experienced.

“Princess…!”

Ubeom moved as if to intervene, reacting to Yuri’s state.

“Stop.”

A voice spoke up from the front.
It was one of the Crimson Feather’s escorts.

“If you move, …