Just as Max stood beside Alice in front of his mother's statue—sharing quiet moments, exchanging soft words, and feeling a calm he had not known in a long time—his expression suddenly shifted.
Something dark brushed against his senses. Something violent. Something wrong.
A presence so vile it twisted the air itself.
Max's eyes narrowed sharply. His aura surged cold.
"Demons are here," he said, voice low and filled with dangerous intent.
Before Alice could react, his figure vanished from the ancestral chamber in a burst of force so fast the runes on the walls trembled. Alice hurried after him, her own aura flaring as she chased him out of the elven territory and into the open skies of the Lower Domain.
Beyond the edge of the Lost Continent, the world stretched into a vast, endless ocean. Waves shimmered under the sunlight, and the horizon was a seamless line of water and sky.
Two figures stood above that endless expanse.
