The moment Kaelen's liquid mana erupted, the entire pocket dimension trembled.
Like a roaring tide, his overwhelming aura surged through the battlefield, washing over everything and everyone in its path.
And in that instant—he became the center of it all from both in the pocket dimension and out of it.
High above the massive, ancient tree, Kent floated effortlessly, a handful of the multicolored fruits in his grasp.
He had just finished plucking another one when he felt it.
The sheer pressure.
"Hah..." he exhaled, his usual carefree demeanor vanishing.
"Well, well... this just got interesting."
His emerald eyes gleamed as he gazed downward, watching Kaelen's liquid mana flow around him like an unstoppable force of nature.
"He's stepping into dangerous territory now."
A small, amused smirk crept up his lips as he plucked another fruit off it's tree.
"I wonder... will he survive it? Although, that isn't my concern right now."
