The shattered doors of the Blood Tower had not even finished crashing onto the marble floor when the pressure hit them.
It was not simply mana.
It was something heavy, ancient, and wild, as if the sky itself had collapsed and poured into the Moonshade estate.
The air trembled.
The walls groaned.
Outside, the once elegant grounds of the family were now distorted into something unrecognizable. The sky had darkened into a twisted crimson haze, streaked with black veins of energy that pulsed like living creatures. The earth no longer felt solid. It felt unstable, as if it were breathing.
Cain did not waste even a heartbeat.
"Go!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the panic like a blade. "Go! Go! Go! Follow me! I know the way!"
The nobles, ancestors, and guards turned toward him almost instinctively. There was no time to question. The terrifying mana in the air pressed down on their chests so heavily that breathing felt difficult.
