Then, without warning, the dimensional rift that had been continuously spawning demons began to collapse.
The malevolent energy pulsing from the tear in reality flickered, weakened, then suddenly compressed inward. The rift sealed itself with a sound like reality snapping back into place, leaving only empty air where the invasion point had existed moments before.
WHOMP!
The sudden silence was jarring. No more demon roars. No more creatures pouring through. Just the aftermath of battle and exhausted fighters trying to process their unexpected victory.
Arthur watched the collapsed rift with analytical focus, his tactical mind immediately working through implications.
They stopped supplying demons to this location, he thought with growing concern. That's not random. Dimensional rifts don't just close on their own—someone on the demon side made a deliberate choice to shut it down.
His eyes narrowed as possibilities cascaded through his consciousness.
