The air grew thick, even the temperature seemed to drop. The Golden Silver energy inside Sol's chest pulsed like a silent, suffocating wave that rolled outward like an invisible tide.
The pass, already cramped and chaotic, felt even smaller, as if the stone walls themselves were closing in.
Sol slowly turned around.
It was a deliberate, unhurried movement… almost theatrical.
His silver-crimson eyes swept across the jammed horde with cold, predatory amusement. A slow, confident, and utterly terrifying smirk that spread across his face. It definitely wasn't the smile of a man cornered. It was the exact smile of a predator who had just sprung the perfect trap.
The Coalition warriors froze.
For the first time since the chase began, real fear… primal, gut-wrenching fear… flashed across their faces.
The ones in front tried to push back, but the ones behind kept shoving forward, creating a suffocating press of bodies.
