A voice rang out, shaking the very air.
"STOP!"
Crown Prince Aelric's voice was filled with commanding authority, his Seeker Rank aura flaring to life.
And in an instant—
Ten golden swords and spears materialized around him, hovering in the air like celestial weapons summoned from the heavens themselves.
Then—
With a sharp movement of his hand, the blades launched forward, embedding themselves into the ground between Max and Arthur's mist form.
BOOM!
The impact created a barrier of golden light, an unbreakable divide that severed the battlefield, preventing Arthur's attack from advancing any further.
The mist halted abruptly, swirling in place as if struggling against the barrier—before it was forced to retract.
A second later, Arthur rematerialized, stepping back with a sharp glare, his expression filled with indignation.
Aelric's piercing gaze swept across the scene, his face grim.
"This is the Sun Palace, not a battlefield!"
