The moment Yennefer activated Azrael's Path of Death: Form B, the atmosphere warped.
A heavy silence fell, not the peaceful kind, but the kind that felt imposed,like something vast and invisible had taken a breath and was now watching.
The wind that once whispered through the ruined street came to a halt, air thickening like it had turned to glass.
Colors dimmed.The world's palette dulled into muted greens and greys, like someone had drained the life from the night itself.
Even the moonlight struggled to shine through the rising magical pressure.
The ground around Yennefer cracked in slow motion, glowing sickly green veins spreading outward like rot infecting the world.
Portals shimmered. But even Anna Mary's spartal energy began to flicker irregularly, like her magic was being interfered with by a stronger, older presence.
