Emery hovered above the clearing, his divine sense expanded to the sky. Unlike their previous failed attempts, this time the combined power of Khaos had succeeded in piercing a layer of the realm.
The crack shimmered in the sky like a wound in reality. But the moment it formed, the ground shuddered violently beneath them. The tremor deepened into a rumble, then into a quake that rocked the entire realm.
It was horrifyingly similar to what had happened when Galael died—when the cosmic flame had erupted.
The air thickened, heavy with pressure. Distant roars rose like a tide, swelling into a chorus of primal fury. From behind jagged rocks, beyond shadow-drenched cliffs, and out of the black mist between the trees—they came. Dozens of monstrous creatures emerged, each one drawn to the surge of Khaos like moths to a flame.
"Get ready!!" Rosin Karat called out, his voice sharp and commanding.
