The air was thick with the otherworldly power that filled the glowing symbols carved into the stone arch. 9th⁰⁰⁰0
Kaito sensed it—not with his eyes, but with all of himself. It surrounded him like wet mist—drowning, choking, and unrelenting. It did not ask for his permission. It demanded his notice.
The power pounded like a living heart, rhythm with something ancient, something bad and long-suffering that had waited too long for this moment.
He couldn't explain the sensation—it wasn't just power. It was more than that, a force that did not make sense, seeping into the crevices of his mind and soul.
A gravity that wasn't just magnetic, that pulled not just the body, but the idea of who he was. And yet, it gave… something. A dream. A salvation in darkness. A poison that would deliver crystal.
