The air in the room turned frigid, sending chills crawling over the skin of everyone present.
Paragon Raizel's brows twitched, a faint crease forming as he absorbed the sensation. It was eerily similar to what he had felt moments ago, right before Bairan stepped out. But unlike then, this presence was not as imposing—no, it was something far more sinister.
He remained still, waiting in dark anticipation.
Behind Northern, dark flames pooled and began to rise, writhing like living shadows. They twisted and swirled, birthing figures from the void flames. Seconds crawled by, stretching unnaturally long, and then—they appeared.
Several figures stood behind Northern, their presence looming, their forms coalescing from the darkish-purple fire.
A deathly silence swallowed the room. Their breaths trembled, their eyes widened, and an unspoken terror slithered into their hearts.
Each of them saw different things.
