An unnatural heat burned him from the inside out—not like fever, but like a cursed inferno trying to consume his soul. His control wavered, dark energy crackling violently from his fingertips. The undead paused mid-motion, sensing the imbalance. Cheon Areum gritted his teeth, trying to stabilize himself—but the world around him tilted, spinning like a vortex.
No… it can't be…
"Omega pheromones?"
Seungkwan muttered, covering his nose with his hand.
"Such dense pheromones… You're in heat?!"
Minjun immediately blocked his nose with his arm as he uttered in shock. With the sudden loss of control, the number of monsters surged, erupting from the ground at a terrifying pace. The tremors of Cheon Areum's energy—flaring out of balance—sent shockwaves through the others standing near him. The disruption didn't just rattle the earth; it fractured the very hold they had over the undead.
