บท 75: The Voice

As an impenetrable darkness enshrouded their vision, rendering everything to a pitch-black abyss, Rosalie instinctively tightened her grip around Damien's neck. The sudden turn of events left her utterly perplexed, struggling to make sense of the situation.

Amidst the initial seconds of stillness and silence, the tranquility shattered as panic began to ripple through the crowd. Anxious voices crescendoed, creating a cacophony that grew more intense by the passing moment.

"Your Grace? What is happening now?" 

Before Damien could formulate a response, their eyes were engulfed in a blinding flash of crimson-red light, casting a dark, bloody glow over the entire Capital city.

In an instant, it felt as if the very world around them shattered, accompanied by an ear-piercing scream reminiscent of the desperate growl of a wild beast. This primal sound reverberated through the space like a sudden thunderstrike, sending shivers down their spines.