The demoness Synes wiped the black blood from her cheek as she began to release her heavy, corrupt demonic energy.
The gesture was slow and deliberate, as if she were in no hurry for what was about to happen.
The air grew heavier and more blasphemous… or rather, more corrupt and toxic.
Each breath became harder to take, laden with a sensation that did not belong to this world.
General Darion understood it without needing to think, in that precise moment when the dust began to settle, and yet nothing returned to its place.
Something in his instinct told him that this was only the beginning of something worse.
There was silence, yes, but it was not peace… it was an unnatural pause, as if the world itself were holding something back.
Even the faint sounds that had persisted before seemed to have died out.
