Ares walked through the gloomy lit corridor, Nyx perched around his neck like a silent guard. His expression was grim, his attentive eyes scanning the surroundings with an unrelenting focus on finding Kaito.
Having searched Kaito's chambers and finding no signs of the demon's spies or any clues, Ares decided to return to the ballroom. However, the uproar of panicked murmurs, clattering horses, and rushing carriages assaulted his ears, drawing his attention to the balcony.
He stepped out into the night air, his eyes widening as he took in the chaotic scene below. Guests fled in haste, surrounded by castle guards and their personal escorts, the once-orderly procession now a frantic exodus.
In a flash, he understood what had happened through the tangled web of thoughts. As he dug deeper, the mental images flooded his consciousness, revealing bodies covered in ominous, glowing black-green veins.
His eyes darkened. "What are those veins?"
