Admiral Kaldros Vane raised a banner in his hand. Its letters glowed faintly as he proclaimed,
"Sylphira Noctem is listening."
BOOM! The electricity in the room flickered violently, plunging the chamber into chaotic shadows. The door thudded as if it were alive. Kaldros lifted another banner.
"Sylphira Noctem is here."
The letters on the signboards bled crimson, curling and dripping like fresh blood. Sparks danced across the walls, and the air itself seemed to shiver.
Uruma Nithel whispered, his voice tense:
"She's really here."
The door knocked louder this time. Seraphel Dawn approached and opened it — but the corridor was empty. Then, with a soft thump, she appeared, walking upside down across the ceiling, her presence defying all reason.
"Don't bother. You can't kill me," she said, a grin curling her lips.
Uruma stepped forward, trying to mask his unease.
"What do you want, Demoness Sylphira Noctem?"
Her voice was a whisper that slid into his ear like ice.
"The demon boy… Orimo Kuzan. His blood fascinates me."
Uruma's lips curled into a sly grin.
"You can have it, if you want."
Swish! In the blink of an eye, she vanished. The room's lights steadied, the blood-written letters faded, and silence returned.
Uruma exhaled slowly, his eyes narrowing.
"She's a Beyond Mythical Threat… We cannot ignore her."