The suffocating presence of Hamiel lingered in the air, pressing down on the students like the heavy heat of a raging furnace.
Alina gritted her teeth, her muscles trembling under the weight of his overwhelming intent.
It wasn't the normal mana pressure; it was manifestation of pure intent.
The sheer force of his will, honed through centuries of relentless blacksmithing, had become a manifestation in itself.
For over a hundred years, Hamiel had swung his hammer against the anvil, shaping steel with unmatched precision.
The repetition, the discipline, the unwavering dedication—it had forged him into more than just a craftsman.
He carried the very essence of his forge within him, radiating heat and pressure as if his very soul burned like molten metal.
And now, the students had dared to stand against that will.
It was a futile resistance.
Their bodies, unconditioned to such raw presence, could not endure even seconds.
One by one, they crumbled.
