The ominous warning from Cthulhu echoed in Emery's mind, forcing him to halt mid-step.
His instincts screamed that continuing forward would be a fatal mistake.
His heart pounded as he processed the weight of the message. There were only two known Khaos Champions: the ruthless Drow Kieran, who claimed Ezekiel's War Gate, and Talaro, the fearsome grand magus who controlled the Death Gate. Emery felt certain it was the latter who had come for him.
All his instincts screamed at him to avoid a direct confrontation. Memories of Ezekiel's relentless pursuit through spatial portals surged forth, reminding him of how close he'd come to death in that encounter. And now, Talaro, a figure shrouded in even greater menace, was after him.
Emery's mind raced, calculating the possibilities. He couldn't simply run—Talaro's mastery over space and the ability to track and follow his waypoints would render any straightforward escape futile.