[Dominic's POV]
"Okay, what's our game plan—"
BOOOOM!
The entire manor shook as if something massive had just slammed directly into the outer boundary.
Crystal chandeliers rattled violently overhead.
Tea rippled across Carmilla's cup.
Several pancake plates slid across the absurdly long breakfast table.
Gabriel squeaked.
Valeria nearly fell off her chair.
Selene pointed upward dramatically.
"THE PLOT HAS ARRIVED!"
Another tremor surged through the manor.
Not as strong.
But heavier.
Deliberate.
Like something outside was testing the structure rather than blindly attacking it.
The air shifted.
I felt it immediately.
Pressure.
Not demonic exactly.
Not holy either.
Just…
Dense.
Grayfia moved first.
Of course she did.
One moment, she stood beside me calmly—
—and the next she was already near the dining hall windows, silver eyes narrowed toward the outside world.
Frost crept silently across the marble beneath her heels.
Zeraphira stood immediately after.
