[Aurora Starborn]
"DEMON REALM PORTAL: OPEN!"
The words echoed like a curse through the grand banquet hall, the once-vibrant space, adorned with floating chandeliers and gold-trimmed silk banners, was filled with overturned tables, shattered wine glasses, and scattered plates that still held half-eaten delicacies.
The air reeked of spilled champagne, burnt fabric, and mana thick enough to choke.
Aurora's heart throbbed painfully in her chest as she watched the fractures begin to ripple in midair like glass being cracked by invisible force.
The rift was small, no larger than a fist, but it pulsed with unstable energy that throbbed like a second heartbeat in the room.
What... is that...?
She felt her breath catch, her lungs refusing to obey. Her body was already suffering under the weight of multiple curses, distorting her mana flow into a chaotic storm.