For a brief moment after that realization settled, the world seemed to hold its breath.
The three of them stood there, surrounded by the remnants of their own power, the shattered traces of spells that should have dominated the battlefield, the lingering pressure of techniques that once commanded fear and obedience, now broken apart like fragile glass in the face of something they could no longer suppress.
It was as if they have no more energy left and they couldn't get up in the night in the new day.
If this continues, they would truly die.
The reddened Moonshade family—
Were still coming.
Their steps were no longer slow.
No longer dragging.
No longer strained.
They had pushed past that.
Now they moved with a terrifying steadiness, their bodies no longer trembling as violently, their movements smoother, more controlled, as if they had finally crossed a threshold where the pressure itself had become something they could bear without struggle.
And they were closer.
