[Ragon City - Duke's Mansion]
The air in the hall was thick with the copper stench of blood and the oppressive weight of dark energy. The ritual catalyst had been secured, the Duke and his daughter slaughtered like mere cattle.
"What next? Should we leave Regon city?" The second asked, his featureless, shadowy face turning toward the First Lord. With a flick of his wrist, he opened his spatial storage—a high-tier dimensional pocket—and seamlessly stored the still-warm Heart inside.
The First Lord lounged on the blood-splattered couch, her glowing red eyes narrowing as she tapped into the ambient energy network. "No... Someone is coming, and with the energy signature I am sensing in the void, it's Lord Hayatobi." She said, turning her head gracefully to the entrance of the dimmed, ruined hall. Her senses were sharp enough to detect the micro-tears in the fabric of space before they fully manifested.
