The moment the three sisters stabilized their auras, the underworld was finally able to breathe again. The space that had been shaking under their power grew calm, though the lingering traces of death, soul, and time still drifted faintly in the air like shimmering dust.
But that peace lasted only a few seconds.
Because when Sylvia turned around, she froze.
And when Alicia followed, she whispered:
"…Oh no."
Stacia covered her face with both hands.
"No… not again…"
The garden that should've been beautiful filled with exotic flowers, obsidian fountains, and rare underworld flora now looked like the aftermath of a disaster zone.
Black pillars had fallen.
The fountain lay in ruins, spewing hot vapor.
The ground was covered in cracks like a map of dimensional fractures.
The seals Belial had painstakingly built for six months… had vanished like burnt paper.
Sylvia blinked twice.
"…Was this my fault?"
