The six of them said nothing for a long moment.
None of them needed to. The presence still forcing itself through the fracture above was eloquent enough on its own, and every second spent on words was a second that thing used to root itself further into this world.
It was the woman of flames who spoke first.
"There is no need for me to tell you what must be done. For better or worse, it is our only option." Her voice was calm but solemn, a solemnity that every one of them felt.
They were the six most powerful beings of the human kingdoms, the pillars that had kept their race alive from the moment the Age of Gods had come to its end. In terms of raw strength they didn't come close to the beings of that era, but for the current age they were more than sufficient. That said, if there was one thing none of them could ever hope to face alone, it was the threat of the Hollow.
