The air of the plane trembled quietly.
For a moment nothing happened.
Then space itself tore open.
A thin crack appeared in the dark sky, stretching across the air like a wound carved into reality. The edges of the tear glowed faintly red as if something inside the void was bleeding into the world.
From within that fracture stepped a single figure.
Cain.
The dimensional tear closed behind him almost instantly, sealing itself like water flowing back together after being disturbed.
He stood in silence for a moment.
The night stretched wide across the strange plane where the Moonshade family had been sent earlier. The sky was darker than a normal world, and the moon hanging above looked pale and distant as if it had been drained of warmth.
Cain lifted his head and looked upward.
His red eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.
"Four more hours," he murmured.
His gaze drifted toward the distant horizon where a thin gray line hinted at the coming dawn.
