From the exact moment that deep tremor wove through the fabric of reality, everything changed.
The streets of the capital, which moments ago had been filled with flames and the ruins of war, now began to crack under an invisible pressure. The cracks weren't caused by any strike, but by the simple fact that they could no longer withstand what was descending from above.
The mana in the air no longer flowed… it had gone mad.
Like a sea caught in a storm, invisible waves of energy crashed into each other. Sometimes they became dense, sometimes they suddenly vanished, as if they themselves no longer knew which Law to follow.
The sky… lost its color.
It didn't turn black or white. It turned into an empty, colorless void that human eyes could barely comprehend.
Schneitz was the first to raise his head.
For the first time during this battle, his eyes narrowed. Not from focus… but from something close to anxiety.
His lips moved very slowly.
