A low rumble echoed in the distance, like a warning.
The wind picked up, swirling around in restless currents. It wasn't just a passing breeze—it carried an unexplainable pressure.
"100%," Asher spoke vaguely.
Everyone froze, confusion flashing across their faces.
Before anyone could figure out its meaning—his aura skyrocketed.
A violent wave of pressure exploded from his body, distorting the air around him. The wind howled as golden lightning arced in all directions, carving deep scars into the ground.
"200%." Just like that, his aura intensified.
Kitsune's clones flinched. Their instincts screamed at them to run at.
But before they could react, the next words echoed—
"300%."
The atmosphere split apart. A shockwave blasted outward, forcing Kitsune to reinforce her domain—without it, the entire space would shatter under the pressure.
She thought that was his limit.
But then—
"400%."