"What in the world is happening…?"
The air was filled with smoke, ash and mana within the royal castle. Shattered marble and flickering torchlight painted a scene of chaos, as Priscilla clashed swords with the charging Hybrids, her Fangorian Knights and a handful of her students battling at her side. Her breath caught in her throat as she turned toward the gaping window—once a grand stained glass, now broken by Elizabeth's earlier outburst.
Her eyes widened in horror. "It can't be…"
"No… no way…" Another Knight gasped, his voice trembling.
The battalion of Fangorian Knights faltered. Some laughed nervously, others went pale. Before them, beyond the wrecked walls of the castle, a titanic figure loomed over the capital—a monstrous being that eclipsed entire buildings with its sheer size. Streets crumbled under its steps. Homes, towers, spires—nothing stood untouched in their rampage.
Even a blind man could've known what they were seeing.
