The dust from Alexandria's battle hadn't even settled.
But something else stirred.
A deep, low hum rolled through the endless void as the bridge behind her twisted open like it had been ripped apart from the inside. Heat poured in. No—not just heat.
Breath.
Kael'Thar stepped through.
The Primordial Dragon.
His massive form scraped the edges of reality. Silver-black scales shimmered beneath his tattered cloak, each one etched with a rune older than language. His horns glowed faint gold, and his long tail dragged behind him like a comet of dying stars. Four glowing eyes flicked toward the shattered remains of the obelisk, then toward Alexandria, who said nothing.
He nodded once.
Then walked past her.
The sky above cracked open.
And a second obelisk dropped.
This one wasn't like the others.
