Lisandra and Sylvia stood frozen, their eyes locked on Edward's figure. Neither of them could find the words to speak.
There was something different about him—something so heavy, so suffocating—that even breathing felt like an effort. The pressure rolling off his body wasn't simply overwhelming; it was terrifying. And though they couldn't fully see what lingered beside him, the faint silhouette of a woman's form appeared in the corner of their vision. Just a glimpse of her cascading pitch-black hair was enough to make the hairs on their necks rise and their skin prickle with goosebumps.
They were Demigods, beings who stood above the masses and wielded power most could never dream of in this world. Yet here they were, trembling as if reduced to powerless mortals.
"What's… happening to him?" Lisandra whispered, her voice breaking the silence as she turned toward Amael.
