The dance had come to an end, but the melody was far from reaching its final note. With a lingering glance at the scene of chaos, Orpheus seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving behind only an eerie silence and unanswered queries echoing through the blood-soaked corridors.
In a mere moment, with a nearly imperceptible snap of his fingers, the barrier surrounding the Blood Hall shimmered and dissolved. The once vibrant crimson glow faded to a faint afterglow, casting an unsettling twilight upon the carnage.
The weight of the events that had unfolded hung in the air, the silence broken only by the sound of blood dripping. Sebastian, once a feared leader, now lay broken and lifeless—a testament to Orpheus's unwavering power. The remaining assassins, reduced to mere dust and bones, served as a chilling reminder of the consequences that awaited those foolish enough to defy the progenitor.
