The Cycle of Fate

Chapter 195: An Unsettled Night

As that wave of frenzied, violent energy burst through the thin gray mist, the entire No. 6 Whitecoat Street seemed to tremble slightly, as if startled.

Inside the building, people in various rooms reacted differently. Those who had already fallen asleep began to tremble unconsciously, sinking into a crimson nightmare. Those who were still awake glanced around in confusion and fear, as if they had returned to the years of street barricades and frequent gunfire and explosions.

In the apartment below Franca's, a man who seemed to be asleep suddenly sat up, looking toward the source of the terrifying aura with both caution and dread.

At the same time, deep beneath the St. Robes Cathedral, in the office area of the Inquisition, Angouleme de François, who was on night duty, abruptly stood up and rushed toward the room containing sealed magical items, intending to enhance his ability to deal with the impending disaster.

In other rooms, Imre, Valentine, and the others also sensed the violent aura that seemed to shake the entire Trier. Some trembled, others turned pale.

This was even more terrifying than the disaster of the "Shadow Tree."

But none of them remained frozen. Some rushed out of their rooms to meet up with Angouleme, while others spread their arms, hastily praised the Sun, and ran toward the upper levels of St. Robes Cathedral.

In the Memorial District, at No. 11 Springwater Street, Gardner Martin was stroking a suit of full armor when he frowned slightly, his gaze turning toward the southeast. He felt as though something there was calling to him, causing his blood to heat up just a bit.

Deep beneath Trier, Olsen, the "Iron Cross" supervisor who always carried a small brown suitcase, suddenly tilted his ear to listen to the faint sounds of fighting and shouting coming from nearby.

His eyes turned savage and wild as he pressed his right hand to his neck, where a barely visible line began to protrude, oozing fiery red blood.

On the central island of the Serenzo River, the Eternal Blazing Sun Church's St. Vievre Cathedral, which had been completely dark, suddenly lit up with a brilliant ray of sunlight. It spread upward, filling the onion-shaped domes and illuminating every stained-glass window.

In the northern part of Trier, at the heart of the Cathedral District, the iron-black chimneys of the "Steam and Machinery God" Church's main cathedral began to billow pale white steam, shrouding the night sky.

In a small town near the Sacred Heart Monastery in the Elrato District, a golden retriever and the lady beside it turned their heads toward the distant metropolis of Trier.

In the Red Swan Castle, Count Poufer opened his eyes wide in bed. He felt the entire castle become oppressively heavy, with the sound of nightmarish roars and screams emanating from deep underground.

At this moment, the attention of Beyonders in the market district and powerful figures in various parts of Trier was drawn to the brazen, undisguised frenzy.

Hidden in a room below Franca's apartment, Loki had just started to react to the terrifying, violent aura. Before he could recall the wraith possessing Lumian or cautiously flee with it into the spirit world, the surrounding darkness deepened, swallowing the scarlet moonlight and bringing extreme tranquility to the area.

Loki uncontrollably and unknowingly closed his eyes, collapsing back onto the bed and falling into a real sleep.

Lumian's thoughts returned to normal. Fueling the flames of his own anger, he poured all his suppressed emotions into the scarlet fire.

"Go to hell!"

He growled, his blood vessels bulging in his eyes as he stepped forward with his left foot, twisted his waist, and threw his right fist with full force.