The dome pulsed.
The vibration traveled through the ground, rising along the walls, and reached the sky tinged with red. The sound was low, almost inaudible. But Kyrian felt every beat of the dome as if a pounding heart were hammering.
It was at that moment that the fifth smoke point was born.
The instant the thick, colossal smoke rose from the lake in the center of the city, the air became unbearably heavy. The smell of iron filled every corner, and the veins of everyone in the city suddenly began to tremble, as if they wanted to burst through their skin.
Kyrian heard the moans, heard the screams, but could not move a muscle.
To his eyes, everything was seen in a cruel way.
The blood threads, once almost invisible, were now fully exposed for all to see. Thick, living streams, flowing from the body of every inhabitant of the capital, whether human or animal, heading toward the dome.
