The trembling portal, torn open by Fredrinn's final effort, yanked them from Nerath's dark dimension and spat them out into a scorching reality.
When they opened their eyes, they found themselves in the middle of a seemingly endless desert. This was the arid desert, the location of Sethrak's ruin.
Fredrinn gently set Cordelia down from his arms and collapsed onto the sand himself. His strength was utterly depleted.
His Dark Knight armor, under the strain of that final battle and Nerath's influence, shattered into metal fragments and dissipated into a dark mist.
Beneath it, Fredrinn's body, covered in wounds, was revealed.
His mana was completely finished, and mentally, he was a wreck.
With trembling hands, he pulled a healing potion from his dimensional bag and drank most of it in a single gulp.
