Belittle

Silver Wing had come to blows!

Many mutants from the crowd were palpitating with fear.

As he was hanging in the air, the silver radiance gleaming around his body exuded a frightening set of pulsations.

As a mutant who stood proudly at the top of the pyramid, even the air he breathed could form a rhythmic pulsation, instigating an oppressive atmosphere over the crowd, preying on the mutants’ mind.

Especially as he flew at a low altitude overhead, unease and restlessness spread across the crowd. Many were greatly frightened by his godly presence.

"Silver Wing… he is… he is such a frightening beast!" someone from the unsettled crowd whispered. In face of that sphere of silver radiance, the mutants found it struggling to even raise their heads.

Whoosh!

The brilliant radiance finally drove off, but it was at a speed that was utterly beyond imagination.

Only to this stage had the crowd finally vented out a deep sigh of relief.