The golden light enveloping Noir was warm and tranquil, a perfect, physical manifestation of the absolute devotion anchoring him to Solis. For a few blissful minutes, the underground training room felt entirely separated from the mortal world, wrapped in a divine embrace that soothed away the lingering horrors of the obsidian blade.
However, the serene atmosphere shattered without a single warning.
It began as a low, guttural vibration beneath the soles of their feet, followed instantly by a violent, jarring tremor that rocked the polished marble floor. The sudden earthquake was so fierce that it threw the glowing blue and silver spatial runes that Tygr and Jovis had painstakingly painted completely out of alignment. The magical barrier hissed and sputtered, the air pressure dropping dangerously.
Above them, the idyllic sanctuary of the island resort was twisting into a living, breathing nightmare.
