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As Clay swung his axe down, cracks appeared upon the surface of the cocoon that enveloped Exile. He barely managed to stop his attack before it connected, as his eyes went wide. Everyone in the room could feel an indescribable pressure. All of them had been subjected to Exile's Aura of the Gods before, so they immediately understood this was the feeling of being in the presence of a higher level player.

As Clay stepped back, silence descended in the bar as eager expressions flickered across everyone's faces. The cocoon suddenly shattered to reveal Exile Exile standing there with his eyes closed. Everyone present collectively held their breath as they studied his figure. However, nothing seemed to have changed about his looks.

"Exile?" Clay asked with a concerned expression. "How'd it go?"