The Prophecy

Hera gave one last glance toward the sealed entrance before she raised her umbrella again.

With a flick, a new portal shimmered to life in the center of the workshop. Its surface rippled like calm water, glowing with a soft blue light.

She looked at Alden and pointed to Ethan, who still hadn't spoken.

"Bring him in," she said. "We don't have time."

There was no explanation. No urgency in her voice. And yet, something about her tone made it clear—something was coming.

"Alright, Hera." Alden didn't question it.

"Let's go, Ethan." He looped his arm around Ethan's shoulder and guided him toward the portal.

Ethan didn't resist. His legs moved on their own, his eyes unfocused, blood still drying on his fingers.

They stepped through and vanished.

Moments later, a surge of energy burst into the workshop.

Seven cloaked figures appeared in tight formation, spreading out instantly.