Aether's face hardened, his expression grim. 'Fuck, fuck!!' he cursed inwardly, grinding his teeth.
Lia's expression turned grim, too.
But running wasn't enough. The tents, the cages, everything around them was dissolving into nothingness, erasing even the memory of their presence.
Then, to Aether's horror, the other side of the horizon began vanishing too. The collapse wasn't creeping anymore... it was closing in from every direction.
Snowflake flinched, her voice trembling. "M-Master…"
"Just keep moving!" Aether barked.... He shut his eyes tight, mind spinning, trying to think of some way—any way—to get out. Out. Out. Out!
And then, an image struck him.
He remembered Mary's head… severed.
Aether frowned as he turned to Lia and asked, "I heard you have the Primordial Vampire Bloodline, right?"
