The world screamed.
Not in words, not in sound—but in vibration. The mana veins that flowed beneath the lands of Edolas shuddered as if something ancient and forbidden had been ripped from its sleep. From the skies above the Human Domain to the frozen spires of the Northern Elves, even to the uncharted seas where storms never ceased, all living things felt it.
A pulse of dark crimson energy rippled outward from the Devil King's palace. Birds fell mid-flight, beasts cowered in the forests, and even the oceans quivered beneath its weight.
At the frontlines, Kaelion's troops halted mid-charge as the red shockwave hit them. The ground itself seemed to exhale, an eerie wind rolling across the battlefield. The Saintess, glowing faintly with divine light, fell to one knee, her breath ragged.
"Commander," she whispered, "the balance… it's breaking."
