Departure Through the Portal

The final gift given, Vaelthion led them to the exit portal, another great stone archway of glowing runes, similar to the one they had entered through days ago.

As the runes flared brighter, the air around the portal distorted, forming a swirling veil of golden energy.

Kaelred turned to Vaelthion. "Will we ever see you again?"

The Saint Beast's wings rustled slightly, its expression unreadable.

"If your journey brings you back to the ruins of the old world… then perhaps."

Argolaith and Kaelred exchanged a glance, then nodded in respect.

With one last breath, they stepped through the portal.

The sensation of being pulled through space was familiar—the twisting currents of time and energy wrapping around them.

But when they emerged on the other side, something was wrong.

The air was different, the temperature had changed. And most importantly—they were not where they had entered.