Everyone turned to see Tommy, leaning casually against a tree at a distance, his hand glowing faintly as he activated his power. The entire field was surrounded by a transparent barrier that shimmered into position, keeping Grant's team within.
"No one's leaving," Tommy said in a calm but dangerous voice. "And no one is getting in the way. I'm sure you don't want me to go over there."
The soldiers hesitated, their faces pale as they looked at Tommy, then back at Aiden. The spiritual pressure was suffocating, but the quiet menace in Tommy's voice was enough to keep them rooted in place.
Aiden closed the gap again, leaving Grant all by himself as he clenched his teeth. Aiden's punches were no longer just precise—they were brutal. Every blow landed with a bone-crushing force, and Grant's body screamed in protest.