The defeat of Titus the Juggernaut sent a shockwave through the invading Syndicate forces. Their invincible general, the man who could tank fortress-grade spells, had been laid low by a student. But the pause was momentary. From the rift in the sky, the true horror began to descend.
It wasn't a person this time. It was the environment itself leaking through. The sky turned a bruised purple. Gravity began to fluctuate, making stones float and buildings crumble.
"The Convergence," George's voice crackled over the comms, frantic. "The barrier is at 5%. Alvian, if that rift widens any more, the entire Academy will be pulled into the Demon Dimension!"
Alvian stood amidst the melting ice of the reservoir. He looked at the rift. It was pulsing like a heartbeat.
"The rift is being held open by a signal," Alvian deduced. "Voice One. He's the anchor."
"We can't find him!" Seraphina shouted. "He's not on the scanners! He's nowhere!"
