Chapitre 151: The Wrath Of A Knight

It got harder to breathe.

In that room, at that moment, it felt as if the entire vicinity's supply of oxygen had just been siphoned away all at once in a moment barely even worth a second of time.

Instead what I breathed in, and breathed out of aching, heavy lungs was the palpable tension that came as its replacement. I could feel its presence, so domineering, so petrifying… an invisible prominence whose influence swayed everything into an oppressive silence.

And it was all steeming, permeating off of one lone individual standing tall with her head held high.

I wasn't able to see her face… the back of Ash's head, her sword clutched tight in a single hand's grasp, there were the only things the angle I laid in had to offer me in terms of a proper view.