The moment Orzhal-Kur emerged from the temple, a suffocating pressure swept through the forest like a tidal wave. The temperature rose sharply, only to plummet just as suddenly over and over in erratic pulses. Every adventurer hidden beneath the underbrush felt it immediately.
Hund gritted his teeth, fingers tightening around his sword hilt.
"What is this…?" he growled, his eyes darting to the witches in their group. He wasn't gifted with Magic sensitivity, but this wasn't something subtle. The pressure felt like a hand trying to crush his chest.
And if even he and the others could feel it like this… then what about the witches?
Their eyes all snapped toward Selene, Esther, Annette, and Yara.
The sight made their blood run cold. All four women were trembling. Their faces pale and twisted in pain. Their chests rose and fell in gasping breaths as if the weight in the air was crushing the Magic out of them.
