My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 113: Plane Dogs

Cain’s laughter still echoed faintly in his own ears when the ground beneath the Blood Tower trembled.

At first it was no more than a vibration underfoot, like distant thunder rolling beneath the earth instead of across the sky. The chandeliers above rattled softly, crystals clinking together with delicate chimes that did not match the growing tension in the air.

Several vampires frowned.

"Did you feel that?"

"It is only someone releasing mana again, perhaps."

"No... this is different."

The floor shook harder.

A deep rumble rose from below, low and violent, as if something massive dragged its body across stone foundations buried far underground. The pillars lining the hall groaned, dust sprinkling down from the high ceiling in thin pale streams.

Confusion spread like wildfire.

"What is happening?"

"Is this an attack?"

"Who dares to assault Moonshade territory?"

Elders stood abruptly from their seats, their expressions losing the earlier awe and turning sharp with caution. Some of the younger vampires clutched the edges of their cloaks, instinctively drawing their blood mana inward in preparation.

The rumble grew into a violent quake.

The polished floor cracked in jagged lines that raced outward like lightning trapped in stone. Decorative goblets toppled from long tables. One shattered, crimson wine splashing across the marble and staining it like fresh blood.

A few vampires who were still kneeling lost their balance and fell forward.

"What is this!"

"This is not from inside!"

"It is coming from outside the territory!"

The tremor intensified again, so strong that several massive banners bearing the Moonshade crest tore free from their hooks and collapsed in heavy folds to the floor. The great doors at the end of the hall shook in their frames as if something enormous pounded against the world beyond them.

Cain’s smile vanished.

His heart tightened instantly.

Don’t tell me.

The thought struck him like ice in his veins.

Don’t tell me another dimensional plane crack appeared near Moonshade territory.

If it is, it’s gonna be a disaster.

The Holy Knight Plane on the left and this new one in the right direction.

He needed to see it to determine the danger.

Another quake slammed through the ground, stronger than the last. A chandelier snapped from its chain and crashed down, shattering in a storm of crystal fragments that scattered across the floor.

Screams erupted.

"Evacuate the lower levels!"

"Protect the blood vault!"

"Seal the perimeter!"

The entire hall fell into controlled chaos.

Cain did not wait.

He did not explain.

He did not warn.

The moment the second tremor ended, he sprinted.

To the others, it was as if he vanished.

A few who happened to glance his way saw only a blur of dark red streak across the floor and disappear between two pillars in less than a blink.

"What speed was that?"

"Who was that?"

"I did not even see him move!"

But he was already gone.

Outside, the air was colder, sharper against his face as he burst through the towering gates of the Blood Tower and into the open courtyard. The night sky stretched wide above him, the moon high and pale, its light flickering behind drifting clouds.

The earth shook again.

This time it was not only a tremor but a violent lurch, as though the ground itself tried to shrug something off its back.

Cain felt it in his bones.

The same sensation from three days ago.

That horrible sense of space tearing open.

His mind flashed with memory.

A crack splitting reality.

Creatures pouring through.

Blood soaking the land.

He clenched his jaw.

Not here.

Without slowing, he leapt forward and his body dissolved midair.

His form exploded into a swarm of menacing red bats, each one gleaming faintly under the moonlight. Their wings beat in unison, slicing through the air as a single consciousness guided them forward at terrifying speed.

Wind roared past.

In his mind, thoughts raced.

If the dimensional crack opened from a lower plane, it would be manageable. He could descend, cut through whatever emerged, genocide it with force. Even an Emperor powerhouse would be erased without much trouble.

But if it is connected to a middle plane...

His expression hardened.

Even if he killed everything that came through, the collateral damage alone would destroy Moonshade. The family grounds, the blood vault, the tower itself, wiped out in the chaos.

And if it is connected to a higher plane...

His thoughts darkened.

Then even victory would mean nothing.

The blood pact would become impossible to break forever if one of the three of his wives died.

He would not allow that.

The swarm of red bats flew beyond the outer borders of Moonshade territory, racing over forests and rocky hills. The tremors grew stronger the farther he went, the air vibrating like a taut string pulled too tight.

Suddenly—

His swarm slammed into something unseen.

An invisible barrier.

The bats scattered, some rebounding violently as if striking solid glass.

Cain reformed instantly into his humanoid shape, landing lightly atop the branch of a tall tree. He narrowed his eyes, pressing his palm forward.

A thin ripple of energy pulsed where his hand met the barrier.

Damn.

He forgot.

Cornelia.

Ivira.

Faith.

Without their presence, he lacked the combined resonance needed to break certain seals instantly. In his haste, he had acted alone.

He clicked his tongue softly.

Too late to go back.

Another tremor shook the forest, leaves raining down around him.

He inhaled slowly, calming his racing thoughts.

Then he closed his eyes.

Moonlight filtered through the canopy above, silver light dancing across his pale face. When he opened his eyes again, they glowed faintly crimson.

From the air before him, shadows gathered and twisted, forming into a grotesque bat creature unlike the smaller swarm. This one was larger than a wolf, its body lean and dark, but its most striking feature was its massive single eye that dominated its head.

The eye blinked once, reflecting the moon like polished glass.

Cain was not entirely sure the connection would hold at long distance.

Still, he had no choice.

"Go," he murmured.

The eye bat screeched softly and launched into the sky, phasing through the barrier with far less resistance than his physical body.

Cain remained perched on the tree, his consciousness stretching outward, linking with the creature.

The forest below blurred as the eye bat sped forward.

At first the connection felt steady.

Then, after several miles, a sharp sting pierced his mind.

He grimaced but endured it.

Farther.

He needed to see the crack.

The eye bat flew lower now, skimming above the treetops. Through its massive eye, Cain saw movement ahead.

Several creatures stood among broken trees and churned soil.

Small dogs.

But not ordinary ones.

They stood upright on two legs, their bodies lean and sinewy, fur coarse and dark gray. Their snouts were long, filled with jagged teeth constantly exposed in snarling grins. Their front limbs ended in clawed hands capable of gripping weapons or tearing flesh apart.

Their eyes were sharp and hungry.

These beasts were cruel.

Insatiable.

They hunted in packs with frightening coordination. In the lowest planes, they ruled entire regions as top predators, devouring everything weaker than themselves. In middle planes, they were considered dangerous beasts that even trained warriors avoided confronting alone. In higher planes, they were nothing more than scout hounds used by greater entities.

Cain’s brow furrowed.

Seeing them did not bring relief.

They existed everywhere.

The presence of these creatures meant nothing about the level of the crack yet.

He pushed the eye bat faster.

Suddenly, a blade of compressed wind sliced past the creature’s head, missing by a hair.

Cain’s mind sharpened instantly.

Wind affinity.

These beasts possessed a strong connection to wind. They could sense disturbances in air currents, detect breathing patterns, heartbeats, even the smallest imbalance in movement. That was why they were such successful hunters. They did not merely see prey. They felt it through the air itself.

Another wind blade shot upward.

Cain twisted the eye bat midair with effortless precision, the attack passing harmlessly beneath its wing.

A third came from the side.

He rolled.

A fourth from behind.

He dipped sharply.

More dogs appeared below, their claws digging into earth as they howled, coordinating silently through instinct and wind.

Large dogs now emerged from behind the smaller upright ones. These were quadrupedal, bulkier, their fur darker, their bodies built for power rather than agility. They circled, forming a wide perimeter.

Coordinated attack.

Cain recognized the pattern immediately.

The eye bat flew higher.

Another sting flared in his mind as the distance stretched further.

The connection wavered slightly.

He clenched his jaw.

Hold.

The wind attacks intensified.

Blades, bursts, spirals of compressed air shot upward in precise arcs. Each strike calculated not randomly but based on predicted movement, based on air flow patterns that adjusted in real time.

Cain controlled the eye bat calmly, almost lazily, weaving through the storm of invisible blades.

Below, the pack adjusted.

The smaller upright dogs barked sharp commands, their voices strange and guttural. The larger ones changed positions instantly, creating crossfire angles that overlapped in deadly precision.

The sky above the forest filled with slicing winds.

Trees were cut clean in half where attacks missed their target. Leaves shredded midair. Branches exploded into splinters.

The eye bat swerved through the chaos.

Left.

Up.

Dive.

Spin.

Another sting.

Stronger now.

The distance was pushing the limit of his control. The creature wavered for a fraction of a second.

That was enough.

Three wind blades shot upward in perfect coordination, aiming for where the bat would be rather than where it was.

Cain forced it downward violently, barely avoiding them as they carved through empty air.

His expression darkened.

He pushed harder.

The pack howled.

The attacks grew denser.

Wind spirals collided, forming chaotic currents that disrupted stable flight. The eye bat struggled briefly, wings buffeted by conflicting air streams.

Cain adjusted, countering with minute corrections, guiding it through impossibly narrow gaps between converging blades.

Sweat formed at his temple.

The sting in his mind burned sharper.

Still he pushed forward.

Through the trees ahead, space itself seemed distorted.

A jagged tear hovered above a crater in the earth.

The crack.

It pulsed faintly, edges flickering with unstable energy.

Cain’s heart pounded once.

Just a little closer.

He needed to see its depth, its color, its pattern.

The eye bat surged forward, breaking through the final line of trees.

Suddenly—

A massive wind blast erupted from below, stronger than the rest.

The eye bat reached the cracked space.

And in that same instant—

Something struck it.