Annara's voice echoed sharply in Emery's mind. Almost immediately, his divine sense caught glimpses of multiple tiny beetles swirling across a stretch of snow-covered ridges. Each insect pulsed faintly with Annara's spirit signature.
Then came her voice again, a whisper through the link.
Without hesitation, Emery shifted his focus and blinked. Space folded around him in an instant, and he appeared mid-air above the snowy plain. He extended one hand toward the ground below.
A deep rumble followed—low at first, then rising into a violent tremor that shook the frozen landscape. The snow-covered hills split apart like paper, trees cracked at their roots, and dozens of panicked beasts fled from the disturbance. Out from the fissures of stone and frost, a shape writhed — a dark mass coated in crawling centipedes, burrowing desperately to escape.
Emery's eyes narrowed. "Still trying to run?"
