War XVII

The team regrouped at the extraction point, their minds still reeling from the encounter. The teleportation rune hummed beneath them, its energy surging as it prepared to activate.

"One thing's for sure," Rick muttered, shaking his head. "Whoever that was, they weren't some random passerby."

Dren grunted. "No kidding. They made the Herald run. That's not normal."

Aiden remained quiet, replaying the battle in his mind. The way the newcomer had unraveled the abyssal energy so effortlessly… it was unlike anything he'd ever seen. It wasn't just raw power. It was precision, control, something beyond the usual light-versus-dark conflict.

As the rune flared to life, Myne spoke, her voice low. "We need to report this. The war council has to know."

Aiden nodded. There was no arguing with that. The team vanished in a flash of light, leaving behind the shattered battlefield.

The War Council Chamber