Zarvok's smile did not falter. With a flicker of will, he loosened the binds that chained their strength. Power rushed back into their veins, not as full as before, but enough to remind them who they were.
"Follow me," Zarvok commanded, turning on his heel.
Ikenga's hand found Keles's, his voice steady despite the weight pressing on them. "Where to?"
Zarvok glanced back, his expression unreadable. "To behold a sight few across existence are ever granted. And," his smile widened just slightly, "to answer the questions burning in your hearts."
With a snap of his fingers, reality itself shuddered. The air fractured like glass, and the world around them began to peel away.
Their position shifted in an instant. The palace, the streets, the kneeling masses all vanished beneath them as they now stood suspended high in the sky, this abyssal layer expanse stretching far out around them.
