Each heartbeat from earlier had already shaken the souls of the crowd, but now a second pressure began spilling from Woolie's evolving body, one far heavier and more direct than before.
It was the feeling of standing before someone who did not merely want to win. It expected to rule.
It was overbearing, violent, arrogant, and impossibly proud. The weak could not even keep their heads raised anymore. Thousands of Terra Beasts had already fallen to their knees, but now even many human Battle Masters beneath Gold started trembling under that invisible pressure, their legs giving out as the aura passed over them like a decree from nature itself.
Raiden's own body was also shaking, but unlike the others, he could still stand, if barely.
