Meanwhile, outside the Nocturne Mansion.
Velmora Nyx stood ten feet away from the front door.
She didn't move.
Not yet.
Her deep amethyst eyes glowed faintly under the moonlight, red streaks near the irises pulsing gently as her gaze fixed on the silent, elegant mansion.
The air was quiet, the sky dim, and the soft rustle of leaves barely touched the edges of her hearing.
But she felt it.
Even without moving, she could tell.
Something had changed.
The space around the house… it was wrong.
Not chaotic. Not damaged. Just different.
She took a slow breath and stepped forward.
One step.
And just as her foot touched the stone path ahead—
A shift.
The space around her was twisted, smooth, and silent.
No jolt. No sound.
Just one blink, and—
She was standing right back where she started.
Ten feet from the door.
Her eyes narrowed. Her fingers curled at her sides.
She stepped again.
Another twist. Another loop.
Same spot.
Again.
Again.
Same.
"…Shit," she muttered.
