"So my son's killer is here."
A heavy, deep, and calm voice echoed throughout the forest, but that voice was less like a human speaking and more like the distant rumble of a collapsing mountain.
At that moment, space changed.
Not just mana, not just the circulating air, but nature itself reacted. The massive branches of the forest trees bent with a dry sound, as if an invisible weight had fallen on them. The ground beneath the cursed tree's roots trembled slightly, and deep cracks spread through the soil. Even the thick mist that always surrounded this forest now receded, as if the forest itself did not dare remain in the path of what was approaching.
Elisira froze at that moment, her eyes suddenly widening, her body unconsciously tensing.
She knew this presence. Not firsthand, but from the stories she had heard as a child, from the tales of war.
From a name repeated like a natural disaster in the continent's history.
