At the World Tree, the throne shuddered.
As the Tian King of the Stoneheart Horde and sovereign of the continent, Orion sensed the exact moment Blackstone City vanished.
Pulling himself from the apocalyptic slaughter within Abyssal Demon·Decay's memory, Orion scowled. He gazed down at the empty expanse where the city had stood just moments prior.
"It has begun."
"Is the dream infiltrating reality, or is reality invading the dream?"
Commander Thresh had remained entirely lucid. To him, the demon's memories were nothing but fleeting shadows. They couldn't touch him, let alone ensnare his mind.
Orion turned to the Commander. Realization dawned, turning his gaze into a silent question.
"Your instincts are correct," Thresh said. "The Will of the Realm has taken the most promising city from each of the four continents and cast them into the dreamscape—into the other Ascendant Plane."
