The atmosphere throughout the collapsing sanctuary felt increasingly unreal with every passing second.
Ancient chains continued breaking somewhere within the abyss below while countless crimson eyes stared upward from the darkness like stars scattered across a corrupted sky. The mountain trembled beneath the strain of containing an existence that should never have awakened, while fragments of ancient ruins continued falling endlessly into the void beneath them.
And standing before all of it—
The Vice Dean remained calm.
His silver hair drifted gently in the currents of mana flooding the battlefield while the simple sword in his hand reflected faint traces of light from the collapsing sanctuary around him.
The sight should have been reassuring.
It should have calmed Luca.
Instead—
It only deepened the unease growing within him.
Because something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Luca's eyes remained fixed upon the Vice Dean while countless thoughts raced through his mind.
How...?
