The gates shattered like glass under pressure. Red flames licked the sky as the city's outer protective runes buckled and cracked.
Lucien stood tall, blood-soaked and glowing. His body pulsed with power—Seraphina's magic still clung to his skin, a red lace of divine seduction. Behind him, Liora armed herself in blackened armor that wrapped around her curves like a second skin, her bare thigh glinting with silver glyphs of old protection.
Seraphina, pale and breathless, leaned against a pillar, blood dripping from her lips. "She's not just coming. She's already here."
Boom.
A blast of wind tore through the mansion. The walls bent and cried out.
Then—she emerged.
