It was as if reality cracked.
The surge of mana that burst from Nyxara wasn't merely power—it was cataclysmic authority. It didn't ripple through the Earth Estate—it devoured it.
The sky over the estate turned black and gold, shimmering like liquid metal torn by lightning. A crushing pressure fell upon the land like a mountain had dropped from the heavens, invisible but inescapable. Mana-sensors overloaded and shorted out instantly; protective wards across the estate shattered like brittle glass under a divine hammer.
People screamed—and then went silent.
