"You're dead."
Yorowin's icy voice tore through the still forest, venom dripping from every syllable. The world seemed to hold its breath, trembling under the weight of his fury.
Then it began.
Blood seeped from every pore of Yorowin's body, streaming out like rivers converging on him. It coiled and twisted, molding itself around him until it solidified into grotesque, menacing armor.
Thick, impenetrable, and pulsing with life, the armor radiated a bloodlust so suffocating it seemed to choke the very air.
Only Yorowin's glowing crimson eyes remained visible, cutting through the haze like twin daggers aimed directly at Atticus.
His voice, low and menacing, carried two words:
"Blood Veil."
The forest responded instantly.
A cold wave rippled outward, the ground trembling beneath its force.
A crimson light erupted, washing over everything in its path. Every living creature in the forest froze in place, their bodies trembling under the crushing presence of Yorowin's power.
