Anna's POV
I ran.
The palace no longer felt solid beneath my feet.
Each step echoed too loudly, like the marble floors were hollow—like something beneath them was shifting, breathing, waiting. The lanterns along the corridor flickered unevenly, their light stretching and snapping like thin threads about to break.
My lungs burned.
Air came in sharp, uneven pulls, scraping my throat raw. My heartbeat was too loud—too fast—drowning everything else until the world blurred at the edges.
Don't stop.
Don't think.
Just—
"Anna!"
A hand caught my wrist.
Warm.
Solid.
Real.
I stumbled forward with a broken gasp, nearly crashing into him before his other hand steadied my shoulders.
"Hey—hey, it's me."
Renji.
His voice cut through the noise in my head like something anchored.I blinked, vision snapping back into place slowly.
His face was close—closer than usual.
Dark hair falling loose around his face, a few strands stuck to his skin with sweat. His eyes—sharp, always sharp—were searching mine too quickly, too carefully.
"You're shaking," he said.
I hadn't noticed.
My hands trembled slightly where he held me.
"I'm fine," I said, but the words came out thin. "I just—there was too much crowding—"
My voice caught.
Because that wasn't what had scared me.
Not even close.
Renji's brows pulled together. "West corridor?"
I nodded.
"It collapsed," he said, quieter now. "You shouldn't have been there."
"I know."
His grip didn't loosen.
If anything, it steadied—firm, grounding, like he was making sure I stayed here.
"With me."
"Come on," he added, softer. "Let's get you out of—"
The corridor shifted.
Not physically.
But in feeling.
Like a ripple passed through the air.
Voices lowered.
Footsteps slowed.
Guards straightened without being told.
And suddenly—
There was space.
A path.
Cleared without command.
Renji's hand tightened slightly on my shoulder as he turned.
I followed.
And felt it—
That same cold drop in my stomach.
Kazan.
He walked through the corridor untouched.
Dust hung in the air around everyone else—caught in hair, clinging to clothes—
But not him.
Not a single mark.
Not a crease out of place.
Like the chaos had split around him instead of touching him.
"He's alive…"
"Lord Kazan—"
"Thank heavens—"
Relief spread through the crowd like a wave quiet but heavy, visible in the way shoulders dropped, in the way people stepped back, giving him space without realizing they were doing it.
But he didn't look at them.
His gaze moved slowly.
Measured.
Until it found
Me.
Everything stilled.
Just for a second.
But it stretched.
Too long.
Too quiet.
Too aware.
My breath caught in my throat.
Renji shifted slightly in front of me—just enough to break the direct line of sight.
And then—
Another presence cut in.
Fast.
Sharp.
"Anna."
Shou Feng.
I turned—and for the first time—
He didn't look composed.
Not completely.
His steps were controlled, but too quick. His usual stillness felt strained , like something beneath it was pushing to surface.
His eyes locked onto me—
Checking.
Measuring.
And then..
His hand closed around mine.
Firm.
Immediate.
The warmth of his palm against mine felt almost too strong–too deliberate, like he needed the contact to confirm something.
"You're coming with me," he said.
Not loud.
Not rushed.
But there was no room to argue in it.
I barely had time to react—
Before Renji's hand shot out, grabbing my other arm.
"Wait."
The word landed clean.
Shou Feng didn't look at him.
"Let go, Renji."
"No."
The air tightened.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
But like a string pulled too far—ready to snap.
"She's shaken," Renji said, voice controlled but edged now. "I'll take her."
"I said," Shou Feng replied slowly, "she's coming with me."
Now he turned.
And the shift—
It was subtle.
But unmistakable.
The calm in his eyes hadn't disappeared—
It had deepened.
Darkened.
Like still water hiding something massive beneath it.
Renji didn't back down.
"That's not your decision alone."
A murmur rippled through the guards nearby.
Uncertain.
Uneasy.
Because this—
This wasn't normal.
Shou Feng's grip on my hand tightened slightly.
Just enough to remind me—
I wasn't stepping away unless he allowed it.
Silence.
Shou Feng's gaze flicked past him—
Just briefly—
To Kazan.
Still standing there.
Still watching.
Then back to me.
And something in his expression locked into place.
Decision made.
Final.
"Because I said so."
Renji let out a quiet breath.
Not amused.
Not intimidated.
Just… firm.
"Not good enough."
That was the moment.
Not loud.
Not explosive.
But something shifted.
Deep.
Invisible.
And wrong.
Shou Feng inhaled slowly.
The air followed him.
That was the only way to describe it.
Like the space around us bent slightly inward—pulled toward him without permission.
Then—
A sound.
Low.
So low it almost wasn't a sound at all.
More like a vibration.
It slid through the floor first—
Then up my legs—
Then into my chest.
A deep, dragging grumble .
Not human.
Not animal.
Something older.
Something that didn't belong in a body like his.
Everything stopped.
Guards froze mid-step.
Voices died.
Even the flickering lanterns seemed to steady—
As if the world itself was listening.
Renji's grip on my arm faltered for half a second.
Just a half.
But I felt it.
Because that sound—
It wasn't loud.
It didn't need to be.
It carried weight.
Authority.
Warning.
Shou Feng's eyes darkened.
Not visibly—
But deeply.
Like something behind them had just opened.
"Let. Go."
Each word dropped slow.
Heavy.
Final.
And for the first time...
Fear didn't come from Kazan.
It came from him.
The deep, low grumble rolled through the hall—slow, heavy—like the earth itself had found a voice.
The floor trembled.
Not violently.
But enough.
Enough for the chandeliers to whisper, for the air to tighten, for every breath to hesitate.
Renji didn't let go.
Not even then.
But around them—
Gods fell silent.
Kings went still.
Queens forgot how to breathe.
And for the first time that night—
Fear didn't belong to the weak.
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To be continued…