The red smoke in the sky slowly joined together, the last point ascending into the heavens.
The red intensified, and the air throughout the capital seemed to grow heavier.
At first, it felt like just an annoyance. An almost imperceptible weight, but enough to make Elyria and the others frown.
Elyria then turned to the oldest of the group.
"Are you all right?"
The man furrowed his brow, surprised by the question.
"Yes… why?"
Before he could finish, a drop fell onto his hand. He looked confused and wiped his face. His nose had suddenly started bleeding.
"Must be my age catching up with me now," the man muttered, trying to smile.
But Elyria didn't believe it. And Kyrian, seeing through the Eyes of Blood, noticed immediately.
The man's veins seemed to be trembling, as if something was trying to pull them out.
The pressure he felt grew steadily. Elyria felt a tightness in her chest. It wasn't pain, but it was as if the blood in her veins wanted to escape.
Still, she held firm.
