Aura
"Huff…puff…" Haesha kneeled, feeling difficulty in her breathing. Droplets of sweat dripped from her, forming small splotches on the floor. The ear-piercing sounds, the nauseating smell, and the broiling aura served to collapse her bearing.
The barrier shrouding her fluctuated erratically, on the verge of collapse. Small pores formed on it, punctured by the impacting aura, affecting her.
Considering her accumulation, she possessed enough psychic energy to last long enough. But, her psychic energy barrier was beginning to crumble, its sturdiness unable to cope up with the unleashed aura.
Once he shielded himself from the sound and smell, Jyorta was fine for the most. As he had restricted his strength to official levels, his psychic energy barrier too was getting punctured in many places.