"Stop!"
Seeing that Emrys was about to land a powerful blow on the already cracked coffin, Malachi shouted loudly. His voice produced a powerful soundwave that reverberated through the air.
Emrys felt his ears were going to burst.
Pain!
So much pain!
He instinctively dropped the blade and clutched his ears with both hands. The blade fell on the coffin but, fortunately, did not slip into the Blood Pond. Otherwise, retrieving it from there in the presence of so many Silver Soul Masters would have been a serious problem for Emrys.
When he touched his ears, he felt something warm and wet. A few seconds later, he looked at his hands and saw them covered in blood.
"Damn! He is more powerful than I thought him to be!"