Elen's voice was not loud, but its weight was so immense that it silenced the entire room in an instant.
Rakar immediately fell silent, his mouth still slightly open as if he wanted to continue speaking, but no words came out. He sat back down stiffly, then attempted to glance at Master Garron, wanting to whisper something.
But something strange happened.
He couldn't move his neck.
His eyes widened, his body tensed. An invisible force pressed against the back of his neck, as if an unseen power was restricting his every movement. His heart pounded wildly. He tried to move his hands, but only his fingers trembled weakly.
Rakar began to sweat.
Elen continued to stare at him, expressionless.
And on the other side, Nita merely smiled faintly, her eyes shining softly—yet there was something intimidating in her gaze.