Melissa's eyes darted anxiously between the glowing ruins and the frightened villagers herded toward the center of the village.
The air was thick with unstable mana, and each step the ruins took toward them felt like the noose tightening around their necks.
"What should we do, young master? They're getting too close."
Melissa asked, her voice low but tense.
Even Silvy, normally calm and self-assured, looked shaken.
Her eyes traced the pulsing symbols etched into the land, spreading like fire through dry grass.
"I've never seen this kind of ruin magic before. This… this isn't natural. I don't even think it's just magic anymore."
She muttered, her brows furrowed.
Kyle's gaze was steady, even in the face of the creeping curse.
"You two—head to the village center. Keep the people safe. If anything gets past us, you'll be the last line of defense."
Silvy hesitated, but Melissa gave a firm nod.
"Understood."
Kyle turned to Bruce.
