"Grand... Grandpa?" Erza's voice was barely a whisper, her body frozen in place. She was still perched on top of Yuuta, who lay sprawled on the floor beneath her, completely unaware of the storm that had just rolled into his tiny apartment.
The old man's aura expanded, filling every corner of the room like a great tide rising. It was thick and powerful, heavier than anything Yuuta had ever felt, even heavier than Erza's aura during her grief at the port. The air itself seemed to grow thick, and the oxygen molecules around them felt like they were being pressed down, forced to the floor by the sheer weight of the old man's presence.
The wooden floorboards beneath them began to crack, splintering under the pressure. Yuuta could feel the gravity increasing, pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe.
But Erza was still on top of him. Her body shielded his, taking the brunt of the pressure. She did not let him feel the full weight of her grandfather's aura.
