All around him, his clones fought relentlessly, cutting through the endless waves. Together, they had held the line for hours, and not a single creature had slipped past since the battle began.
Silva's gaze flicked toward the swirling portal ahead. The thought of ending it crossed his mind, of wiping the portal and everything connected to it from existence.
But then he froze.
A sudden tug pulled at his consciousness, sharp, alien, invasive.
He frowned, tightening his grip on his sword. "What… was that?"
Nothing seemed different at first, so he forced himself to focus and continued fighting, his blade cutting through another wave of shrieking abyssal beasts.
Then it happened again. Stronger.
Before he could react, something yanked him violently—his entire being dragged forward as if through a collapsing void. Space twisted around him, light and darkness folding together.
