The air cracked with unstable mana as the training ground shook violently, cracks splintering across the floor beneath Kyle's feet.
The very foundations of the royal palace trembled, causing alarms to ring throughout the capital. Panic surged like a wave.
Servants stumbled and fled, nobles cried out in fear, and soldiers instinctively reached for their weapons as the violent surge threatened to tear the structure apart.
At the heart of it all stood Kyle—motionless, head bowed, fists clenched—his aura flaring uncontrollably. Divine mana sizzled against the overwhelming pressure of something older, something angrier.
Melissa, already on edge from the rising tension earlier, felt the shift in mana before the quake even hit. Her heart dropped.
"That's him. Young master…"
She whispered.
Without another thought, she took off, shoving past confused guards and frightened nobles. When she reached the training ground, the sight that met her eyes stunned her into silence.
