The unnatural silence that settled over the Forward Outpost Delta was heavier than the stench of gore. The surviving defenders, bleeding and exhausted, stared at Leo Shaw in a daze. He stood amidst a sea of butchered Mutant Beasts, his breathing perfectly even, casual as a man who had just taken a stroll through a park.
But Leo’s gaze remained locked on the churning, bruised clouds rolling in from the north.
Suddenly, the ambient Spirit Air didn't just thicken—it inverted. The temperature plummeted, and a sickening, coppery red light began to bleed through the soil beneath their boots.
"Leo!" Yuna gasped, her silver Celestial Moon shield flickering violently under an invisible, crushing pressure. Beside her, Monica dropped to one knee, gasping for breath as the very air turned dense and
