Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users - Chapter 144

Chapter 144: Realmbind Barrier

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.

It wasn’t a mistake.

It wasn’t interference.

It was a barrier.

No. Not just any barrier.

Nyx stared ahead for a few more seconds, then slowly crouched, pressing her palm to the stone beneath her feet.

She let her senses expand, tracing the invisible lines that pulsed beneath the surface.

Thin streams of space energy curved under the path.

Hundreds of them.

Woven together like silk threads.

They weren’t natural.

They were precise.

Stabilized.

Anchored.

Her breath slowed as realization sank in.

A large space node.

Multiple secondaries.

Directional layering.

And a complete interior seal.

“…A Realmbind Barrier,” she whispered.

Her voice was calm, but her eyes flashed with something sharp.

This wasn’t just powerful.

It was personal.

Realmbind Barriers were some of the hardest barriers to construct. You didn’t buy them. You didn’t borrow them.

You built them—painstakingly—using real spatial nodes found across leyline intersections and energy-rich ground.

Space nodes weren’t fixed. Most floated, shifted, and flickered like dust.

Only high-quality nodes—the kind that only formed in places that had a hard space point but were still weak enough for a space crack to form, creating these rare space cracks.

And because of this, these cracks are some of the hardest to find. They were nurtured by powerful bloodlines and stayed anchored.

To build this kind of formation?

You needed one large node at the core.

Then hundreds—maybe thousands—of minor nodes connected to it in a closed lattice.

And that wasn’t all.

Those nodes didn’t just provide location.

They fed the formation with magic particles, keeping it charged. Which meant this array didn’t run on mana crystals or battery reserves.

It was self-sustaining.

Eternal.

Unbreakable from the outside.

And right now?

It surrounded the Nocturne Mansion.

Nyx stood slowly, brushing off her thigh.

She didn’t look angry.

Not exactly.

Just… irritated.

Because she knew who set it.

And she knew why.

Lilith.

Velmora closed her eyes and tilted her head back for a moment.

Of course, it was her.

Of course, she wouldn’t let this chance pass.

Both Seraphina and Lilith had been close to Ethan tonight. The simulation had worn him down. His guard would be relaxed, and his focus scattered.

A perfect window.

Lilith never needed much.

A touch here. A word there. That sly little smile that made even trained killers forget how to breathe.

And tonight, she’d sealed the deal.

Nyx knew this wasn’t about war.

It wasn’t a warning.

It was a gesture.

Lilith had wanted to be alone with him.

Completely.

No interruptions.

No distractions.

Not even from Nyx.

She took a step again, more out of habit than hope.

Same result.

Back at the ten-foot mark.

She stood there for a quiet moment, arms loose at her sides, jaw set but not clenched.

It wasn’t jealousy.

Not really.

She’d known from the beginning what kind of man Ethan would grow into.

He was never going to belong to just one of them.

That wasn’t the problem.

What stung was the timing.

She’d come here because she knew.

Knew what Lilith would try.

Knew what Seraphina would follow.

And still, she hadn’t moved fast enough.

She thought there would be no chances with the other two living, but she then found out that the only two stopgaps have gone out for work, which is why she is here.

But she thought Lilith might leave some space.

She was wrong.

This Realmbind wasn’t put up five minutes ago.

It was already active when Nyx arrived.

She probably missed her window by less than an hour.

She exhaled slowly.

The night air was cool on her skin, but her body still felt too warm.

Not from exertion.

From frustration.

From anticipation with no release.

She turned and started walking along the side of the house, testing for weak spots.

There were none.

Every edge, every corner, every angle was the same.

Same twist.

Same loop.

Same exact distance.

A flawless formation.

Nyx came to a stop near a low stone bench tucked beneath a neatly pruned cherry tree.

She sat down quietly, her bodysuit barely making a sound as it brushed the polished stone.

From here, she could see one of the windows faintly glowing with soft, amber light.

She didn’t need to sense what was happening inside.

Not with this kind of barrier.

That silence alone said everything.

It wasn’t just a seal—it was a stage.

Lilith hadn’t built this to protect anyone.

She built it to savor him.

To make sure no one interrupted.

And knowing her, Seraphina was probably already part of it, too.

Nyx could picture the scene—not because she felt it, but because she knew them.

Lilith would be holding him, skin to skin, with that slow, smug smile she wore when she had exactly what she wanted.

And Ethan, caught between them, wouldn’t be thinking about anything else.

She was very angry about this.

But she wasn’t angry at him.

He didn’t know.

Didn’t realize that outside this beautiful bubble, someone else had come.

Someone who wanted to see him.

Someone who wanted to be part of that moment.

But it was too late now.

She looked down at the ground for a long time.

Then, almost reluctantly, she reached into her hip pouch and pulled out a tiny black disc.

Smooth. Silent.

A signal tag.

She thumbed it once.

It blinked violet.

Just once.

Then shut off.