The passage connecting the two worlds collapsed.
It shattered with terrifying speed, giving Frey and the others no chance to react, much less stop what was happening.
Seth collapsed as well, utterly exhausted after draining every last trace of his strength to keep the passage intact until that moment. But what had just happened was far beyond anything he could handle.
Yet no one had suffered more than Agaroth.
He had been forcibly thrown back, expelled from the passage and cast once more into the Land of Survival.
His body was horribly mangled, barely holding itself together after most of it had turned to dust. The damage was appalling, yet his crimson eyes remained fixed on a single point, carrying a chilling look that could make anyone's blood run cold.
Because standing before him was the same woman who had haunted his nightmares for years.
The First Writer.
Clea.
