Grains of sand began to rise, forming into a spiral sphere that glowed with an eerie luster, as a rapid torrent of spatial flow began to undulate.
Uriel silently watched the sand portal whir to life, his will reaching out to establish a connection with Dorian and Lucas, relaying to them the crux of the situation.
Sure enough, the duo arrived pretty quickly after bringing a swift end to their battles, their expressions grim as they landed beside Uriel.
"Are you sure a shackled realm skill would be able to handle our passage?" Lucas couldn't help but ask while he observed the old man chanting ominously as the Dune Rift slowly took full form.
To him, it would have been better if Uriel went ahead while they led the soldiers behind, though they'd inevitably be slower in catching up, at least Seth's safety would be secured.
