Darkness swallowed Blackwood Hall entirely afterward while terrified breathing and shattered glass echoed endlessly through the massive fraternity ballroom beneath flickering emergency lights and rising human panic spreading violently through the crowd.
Students stumbled blindly afterward while expensive heels snapped sharply against marble floors and frightened voices collided desperately beneath broken chandeliers hanging dangerously overhead.
Nobody understood what happened.
Yet everybody felt it afterward.
That pressure.
That horrifying invisible pressure crushing violently against lungs and instincts beneath the suffocating darkness surrounding the ballroom.
Elara stood motionless near the center afterward while silver aura flickered faintly around pale skin beneath shattered light fixtures and trembling hidden cameras turning endlessly toward her from every corner inside Blackwood Hall.
God.
She tried controlling herself.
Really tried.
