Grim stands still for a moment, his gaze fixed on the horizon as the others recover from the disorienting teleportation. His usually stern face is tight, a rare expression of lingering fear that does not go unnoticed. The oppressive aura from before—it was something far beyond what any of them had faced before. Even for him.
Lei Shen regains her composure, her eyes wide with confusion as she looks to Grim. "Commander, that… that power. What was it?"
Jian Wuyi, Zhen Xue, and Feng Lan remain silent, their expressions tense. They feel it too—an oppressive weight still clings to the air, as if the aura they had escaped had imprinted itself on their minds. Jian Wuyi, the first to recover, steps forward, his voice steady but strained. "That wasn't a normal threat. It felt… ancient.
Grim finally turns to them, his face hard, but there's a gravity in his eyes. "That power," he begins, his voice low and measured, "is comparable to the Divine Sea Realm."