The sky gradually turned black, as though night had fallen within seconds. Thick clouds gathered above everyone's heads, swirling violently in a massive circle. A wild wind rushed through the kingdom, shaking trees, tearing banners apart, and filling the air with fear.
Anesthesia's chanting grew louder and louder with every passing second. Her voice echoed unnaturally, as if countless souls were whispering alongside her.
"Vareth nox eldrith… Kaelith morva shan'tir… Eclipsa venorath… Arcanis dethra…"
The sinister words spread across the battlefield like a curse.
A horrifying pressure descended from the sky, making it feel as though something dreadful was about to emerge from the darkness itself.
At that moment, Alfred arrived.
Without hesitation, he rushed directly toward Veronica. The moment their eyes met, both understood the danger standing before them.
Carson also pushed through the crowd, surprisingly wearing a smile on his face despite the chaos surrounding them.
