It was then amid the chaos and screams that a new voice echoed, not through the air, but directly into every mind within the city.
The voice of the crown prince.
"Listen," it began, calm but strained, as if he were speaking while in motion. "These creatures… they're bound by rules. Rules that only we can break not them. Their target is Father and Father alone. To them, we don't exist."
The words resonated in every mind, soldiers, nobles, even Erik himself paused midair, his eyes flicking briefly in the prince's direction.
The prince continued, his tone growing tighter, as if he was forcing the thoughts through sheer will. "But when we attack, when any of us make a move, something changes. It's like a rule is proven, and a new one takes its place. Each time we act, they're granted a kind of… privilege. And when that happens, they turn on the citizens instead."
