The atmosphere inside the dying sanctuary had become almost unreal.
Ancient stone continued collapsing endlessly into the abyss while corrupted mana flooded the ruins like an ocean trying to swallow the world itself. Massive chains shattered one after another beneath the strain of whatever was awakening below, their golden inscriptions exploding into fragments of fading light that scattered throughout the darkness like dying stars.
Yet despite all of that—
Everything seemed to pause.
Because the third presence had arrived.
The chained figure had stopped smiling.
The silver-haired figure had gone completely silent.
Even the gigantic crimson eyes beneath the abyss had shifted their attention away from Luca entirely.
All of them were looking upward.
Toward the sky.
Toward something approaching from beyond the mountain.
Luca followed their gaze instinctively.
At first—
He saw nothing.
Only the fractured ceiling of the sanctuary far above them.
Then—
The clouds moved.
No.
