"[Silent Unravel]."
The words fell from his lips like a whisper laced with inevitability.
From his outstretched hand, a mist appeared—pure white, almost transparent, like the breath of something ancient itself. It floated silently, with a ghostly elegance, curling and twisting in the air as if alive.
Then it moved.
Straight toward the glowing amber eye, unhesitating.
The moment it made contact—everything changed.
The eye—once wide, burning, menacing—began to shrink.
Not with a blink. Not with a flinch.
It caved in on itself, as if something was tearing it apart from the inside. Like a whirlpool devouring the surface of a calm lake.
A low tremor rumbled beneath their feet. The earth began to quake violently.
And from outside, a guttural, inhuman scream erupted—a sound so deep, so raw, it seemed to shake the very atmosphere. The kind of sound that didn't just pierce the ears—it rattled the soul.
