Rumble—

The First Apostle’s voice rolled through the air, causing the very atmosphere to shudder violently. Unlike the Second Apostle’s gravity magic, this pressure was of an entirely different nature—it wasn’t magic at all. It was pure, unadulterated killing intent.

It didn’t take long for Theo and the others to realize the suffocating weight pressing against them was simply an extension of the First Apostle’s will. The oppressive aura exuded a murderous intent so profound it was difficult even to breathe.

Intent manifest as form, a power capable of killing through will alone.

This was the First Apostle's capability, a phenomenon that allowed one to crush others solely with the projection of their murderous intent.

Yet, what was strikingly ironic was that this overwhelming aura wasn’t directed at Theo or his allies—it was aimed squarely at the Second Apostle. The sheer coldness in the First Apostle’s gaze felt like a physical force, freezing the blood in the surrounding air.

Theo found himself staring at the First Apostle’s unguarded back. The sight filled him with an inexplicable sense of helplessness—a weight so heavy that even humiliation had no room to surface. The sheer magnitude of the First Apostle’s presence dwarfed all else.