Without warning, all five Rank Four powerhouses vanished from his vicinity, reappearing at a considerable distance away in the open air.
Before Michael could question their movement, a voice reached him from afar.
It was one of the elders.
"If we stand too close, the universe will punish us for interfering, and even we cannot afford that." A brief pause followed. "Anyway, good luck, lad. This is not something you can run from. I am sure you have already noticed that your movement is locked in place. I hope you survive."
Before Michael could respond, Director Arven's voice cut through.
"It's starting. Prepare yourself."
The disturbance caused by the heavens was anything but small.
Though Michael and the elders stood far from any major civilization, the phenomenon unfolding above them was impossible to completely conceal.
