Just as I was about to rush to Arkas, a voice echoed directly in my mind. Deep, rough and definitely made up.
"Come."
Dante.
The others turned at the same time. All of us stared ahead as the air split open. A jagged line of violet light tore through space, Essence leaking out from its edges. A strange land was visible on the other side of the crack in space.
A portal opened.
We all straightened and looked ahead.
Cassian was the first to speak. "Let's move."
One by one, the others stepped into the portal.
I paused just long enough to extend my perception, checking on Steve and North. They were fine.
Then I followed.
My boots hit cracked ground. No sky. No clouds. Just a glaring hot sun. The whole place felt broken.
A sealed pocket space, like the world itself had shattered and barely held together. The ground had deep cracks running everywhere, and the remains of giant stone pillars stood like the bones of a dead city.
Cilian let out a sharp curse.
