The retreat was swift and urgent, the warriors falling back to the stronghold under the shadow of the ominous sky. Kael led the way, his thoughts a maelstrom of uncertainty and determination. They had bought themselves time, yes, but how much? Was it enough to regroup, to plan their next move? Or were they already too late?
The last of the warriors streamed through the gates, the sounds of distant clashes and roars still echoing in the air. Kael's eyes darted over his shoulder, but he saw nothing following them—at least, not yet. The rift had closed, but the voidspawn were not gone. They were just waiting, watching, like predators scenting the wind.