Outside the sanctuary of the pocket dimension, the mountain peak had become a frozen altar of retribution.
Wanderer didn't wake up to a gentle sunrise. He woke up to the sensation of the atmosphere itself trying to crush his lungs. The spatial veil was gone, replaced by four silhouettes that blocked out the stars.
Victor stood at the centre, his feet planted as his Level 100 aura did not glow but bled a dark, nuclear gold that sizzled against the stone. To his left,
Ivan was a mountain of silent, bristling leonine fury. To his right,
Lucan flickered in and out of the shadows, his claws extending with a sound like a whetstone on steel.
Dimitri positioned himself slightly back from the others, his Silence Domain enveloping the space. This ensured that no matter how loud the Jackal screamed, the sound would never reach the ears of the woman resting inside the portal.
