Before Alaric could react, a strange static noise echoed through the air. It wasn't just an ordinary sound; it was so sharp and unnatural that it seemed to bother even the spirit of time itself and unsettled the strongest beings in this world. It was as if reality itself was being disrupted.
Suddenly, everything around Alaric, including his own body, seemed to flicker and glitch, as if the world was a broken screen. A pounding ache started behind his eyes, and his instincts screamed a warning so intense that he physically stepped back, startled. A powerful sense of wrongness swept through him, making his very existence feel out of place.
'What is going on?' Alaric muttered to himself, rubbing his temple as if trying to press away the weird sensation. He wondered if the heart demon was using some kind of mental attack he'd never seen before. 'The battle hasn't even started yet. Maybe this is what happens when you don't prepare for an enemy you know nothing about.'
