Voslimo's eyes widened in shock. The heavy silence of the hall broke into chaos—ladies screamed and ran toward their rooms, skirts rustling as they scrambled to avoid the crushing weight of the attack. Above, the great religious bell of the Ramuza clan shook violently, then fell from the ceiling with a thunderous crash, splitting on the marble floor—a cursed sign of unholiness in their faith.
Smoke clouded the hall, making men cough and stumble. From within that gray shroud, the monstrous three-faced figure stepped forward, hammer gripped tight, its roar echoing like thunder—
"Haaaaaa! Haaaaaaaaaaa!"
Voslimo's voice cut through the panic."Be ready! Don't let them leave alive!"
Shouts from the men followed, steel drawn, chairs overturned, boots striking stone. Yet amid all the noise, Aazin and Ryzin's gaze never left Nova Makai.
