The Leader was gone. In his place stood a tear in the fabric of the world.
It looked like a wound. Jagged, bleeding purple light, and emitting a frequency that made the teeth ache.
From the black smoke pouring out of the rift, something began to pull itself through.
It was the Leader. Or what was left of him.
The Abyss hadn't accepted his sacrifice.
Instead it had consumed him and spat him back out.
He was now a towering mass of writhing flesh and Void energy, his glass skull cracked, leaking liquid darkness.
"HUNGRY..." the entity groaned. The voice vibrated from the air itself.
It lashed out. A tendril of black slime shot toward Elena.
"Shield!" Lyra screamed, appearing in front of the students.
She slashed her daggers, creating a wall of shadow and wind.
But the black slime didn't cut. It splashed against her shadow barrier and hissed, eating through the magic like acid through paper.
