"Are you still just going to watch?" Daniel's quiet voice spread through the burnt ruins.
It was unclear who he was speaking to, but his words made everything go silent.
The roar of the dragons stopped. The sound of mana explosions faded. Even the flames still burning among the ruins seemed to grow quieter.
Dozens of gazes unconsciously turned toward the sky, into the distance, far beyond the destroyed battlefield.
They followed Daniel's line of sight, trying to see who he was looking at, who he was speaking to, who he meant.
But they saw nothing. No one was in the sky, and they couldn't sense anyone's presence.
Only Rodric seemed to have a glimmer of understanding in his eyes, and even a slight calm appeared on his face.
"I didn't think he would actually come." He muttered to himself.
And then a crack.
Space split apart. Not like magical teleportation, not like spatial gates opening, but as if distance itself had been pushed aside.
