"We need to move." Luna raised her gaze toward the clear sky, feeling the approaching storm of rage and power that converged on Vinéa's castle. "The others felt it—they're coming."
Adam nodded, already reaching for the fabric of space. The barrier that separated the demon realm from the universe was formidable, but ancient and derelict—especially to someone who had learned to bend space to his will.
"Thane, Krix should be extracting the others by now. Signal them—emergency withdrawal."
The hulking demon produced a small crystal that pulsed with dark light, sending the predetermined signal to their scattered team. Within moments, shadows coalesced as Krix appeared with Vex and Mora in tow, all three bearing the satisfied expressions of a job well done.
"The lower levels are in complete chaos," Krix reported quickly. "Half the garrison is convinced they're under siege by an army. Perfect cover for—"
