The voice behind them was an icy whisper, seeping into their bones and amplifying their dread.
They couldn't turn around, as if an invisible force held them in place.
They had never felt such a presence before—that made their entire existence feel like mere specks of dust in an endless void.
'H-he knows our names?!'
Panic surged through Klaus, but before he could react, another voice cut through the oppressive silence, coming from ahead.
It was familiar, making both him and Leonne's eyes widen in recognition.
"I would appreciate it if you let these two go."
Klaus glanced up, his vision hazy.
Lucas stood before them, his aura flaring, one hand gripping the hilt of his sword. His eyes were cold, his face eerily expressionless.
Before Klaus could process the situation, Lucas released a wave of killing intent.
"A-ah…"
For a moment, Klaus felt like he was drowning in an endless sea of blood.
