"You're quite late, Amael."
How the hell things had spiraled this far…
I took a quick look around.
First, Cyril himself.
The mana rolling off him wasn't normal—thick, heavy, and tainted with blood. I'd only seen mana like that once before: Elizabeth during the Blood Moon War. And even then, what she released was on a completely different dimension obviously. Cyril didn't come close, but disturbingly… he resembled Rucain's strength. Worse, the Blood Moon Spell overhead was reacting to him. Feeding him. And he was feeding it right back.
When I'd been rushing here, I had only caught glimpses, but now it was impossible to miss: the crimson dome above us grew clearer, almost 'solidifying', and the mana circle etched on it was expanding—becoming more complex with every heartbeat.
I forced myself to sweep my gaze around.
That's when I spotted Kendel Teraquin.
How he'd escaped prison was anyone's guess, but the important part was clear—he wasn't on Cyril's side.
