In the depth of a large mountain, some distance from Death Gate academya small house stood at the peak of a mountain.
The docile energy in the atmosphere started to get agitated with the air getting heavier with every millisecond, increased drastically, climbing until it peaked ten times it's previous force.
The mortal servant standing respectfully before the decent house was forcefully pressed to the ground by the increased atmospheric pressure with the sound of his bones cracking.
Gritting his teeth forcefully, he dared not make a sound of pain in fear of spawning his master's anger. He could already feel the rage in the silence, disturbing that was no different from getting close to the sun, asking to be incinerated.