The sky over Samsara had turned red—not from sunset, but from something far more inexplicable. The air felt heavy, as if filled with fine dust laced with blood. Khan stood in the middle of the palace square, but not a single familiar face greeted him.
The ground beneath his feet cracked, and the fractures moved like veins, pulsing, as if something alive was lurking beneath the surface. In the distance, a low explosion echoed—not the sound of weapons, but something far more terrifying—the sound of a massive bubble bursting.
He turned and looked up. Hanging above the city was a colossal bubble, glistening like slimy crystal. Then, in an instant, it burst—releasing a blackish-green mist that flowed across the entire city.
"No…" Khan muttered, stepping back. The mist slithered like a living thing, slipping into every alley, every house, every corner of Samsara's walls.
