The Fangs Beneath the Moon
"This isn't mana, this is Zenith Aura! When did master learn how to do this!?"
The instant that realization struck Diana, her crimson eyes widened beneath the shadow of her veil. The dark aura flowing around Victor's body was unlike ordinary mana. Mana was fluid, ethereal, something that spread through the air like invisible waves.
But this…
This felt alive.
It pressed against the surroundings with terrifying density, distorting the very atmosphere around him. The grass beneath his boots bent outward from the pressure alone while faint ripples spread through the air as if space itself was resisting his presence.
Then the shock slowly faded from Diana's eyes.
A familiar warmth replaced it.
Of course.
How could she forget?
