The cold wind lashed against them. It was not a natural breeze but something else that feels unclean, something from beyond everything. It carried with it the scent of rot, of corpses long forgotten and realms where light no longer reached.
This wind feels like it didn't blow through the world but pierced it. The kind of wind that made the bones ache and the soul flinch.
Rama, Shoji, Axel, and EvLat could only stand frozen for a moment, their eyes locked on the swirling portal.
Dark violet Mana circled the rift like writhing tendrils. Unknown sigils that twisting and shifting shimmered around its edge, pulsing with rhythm.
Caedryn, who had been forced to his knees just moments ago, now stood tall and grinning like a mad man. The violet fire no longer remained just in his gaze. It consumed his eyes, bursting outward in flares of raw Mana.
His sockets blazed. The air trembled around him and the ground cracked beneath his feet as the Mana pouring from him surged like a tide.
