Those words were not a complaint.
They were an admission of ruin.
Outside the castle, soldiers human and clan alike froze as that pressure swept across the battlefield. Many fell to their knees, weapons slipping from their hands. The remaining monsters fled or were crushed instantly, their bodies unable to endure that presence.
The Grand Duke, still standing before the gate, went rigid.
He felt that aura and his heart sank.
"Jay…" he murmured softly. "The limit… is gone…"
He knew what that meant better than anyone.
A Zelthar without limits was not a protector. Not a ruler.
It was an ending.
Inside the castle, the corridor leading to the birthing chamber split open under a secondary blast. Wild magical light poured out, mixed with blood and broken screams.
Jay stepped forward.
Each step collapsed the floor beneath him. Black aura swallowed light itself, twisting gravity. Ancient walls that had stood for centuries finally gave way.
He no longer felt time.
