Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!

We stood there, frozen for a moment, as the air around us seemed to warp. The tremors that had shaken the land just moments ago were now reverberating through the very space we occupied.

Zyon, usually so composed, was visibly unsettled. "Aunt Isolde, is this really normal?" His voice was steady, but the unease was evident. "Is this part of the battle?"

Art, ever the one to crack a joke in tense situations, couldn’t help himself. "Yup, I feel like the world’s ending. Wouldn’t be surprised if Opalcrest is nothing but ash by now."

Isolde’s face tightened, her calm exterior betraying a flicker of concern. She shook her head. "No. Usually, Lucian doesn’t take this long to finish a fight. But given that the dragon is ranked above him... this could be different." Her gaze shifted toward the horizon, the distant roars of their battle reverberating through the air. "I just hope everything ends well."

I couldn’t help but scoff internally. ’Usually doesn’t take this long?’ I thought. What kind of power did Lucian wield? It felt like this battle had been going on for mere minutes, yet the earth itself was shaking beneath our feet. This wasn’t normal, not by any stretch of the imagination.

I turned my attention to the others. Freya was keeping a close watch over Amelia, who was cradling the unconscious Leon in her lap. It was a bittersweet sight—Leon, his body exhausted from his earlier efforts. Meanwhile, Amelia’s face was streaked with tears, the weight of the moment too much for her to bear.

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her, but my focus was elsewhere. The land around us was trembling, and while I was curious about the source of the violent shaking, I knew better than to make assumptions. It was clear the storm that Lucian had unleashed was powerful, and the very land seemed to bear witness to that power.

Suddenly, I felt a shift in the air. My senses sharpened, and my gaze flicked toward Isolde, who was standing almost perfectly still, her expression unreadable.

Zyon glanced at me and then back at Isolde. "So, how are we not getting caught in this? I mean, this whole place feels like it’s about to fall apart."

Isolde gave us a cryptic look. "Don’t worry," she said, as if reading my thoughts. "I’m protecting us from the aftermath. I can’t allow the battle’s energy to spill over into this space, but..." She sighed, a rare moment of hesitation crossing her features. "The mana in the atmosphere is so erratic right now that I can’t open a portal."

That made sense. I attempted to tap into my own mana, using my [ Threaded Control ] skill to channel energy, but nothing came. It was as if the very fabric of mana had been disturbed, leaving me unable to connect to it.