The dimensional gate tore open like a jagged bleeding wound, into an absolute chaos.
Owen stepped through the rupture first, his hybrid form already fully manifested. Hardened scales rippled across his forearms in response to the violently shifting atmosphere. The black-gold dragon glided through silently behind him, its massive form flickering in and out of phase as its ancient eyes tracked the impossible, paradoxical geometries of the suppressed reality. A moment later, Uru materialized directly from the substrate, her green-gold aura blazing like a beacon in the oppressive dark.
They had not come for the archive—Lord had already absorbed that. They had come for the entity that had guarded it for eons. A being older than Kael'thar. A being that held the blueprint for dismantling the Architect.
"Where is it?" Owen asked, his voice swallowed by the shifting void.
