The entrance to the tower opened like an awakening eye.
Massive stone plates shifted apart with grinding echoes that rolled through the ancient city. Dust fell from the archway as internal lights flickered to life, illuminating a circular chamber beyond the doorway.
Azrael stopped at the threshold.
Behind him, the sky thundered.
Golden lightning arced across dark clouds as divine energy gathered above Kareth.
Lyra stood beside him, staring upward.
“…They’re forming avatars,” she whispered.
Azrael glanced back.
Through the canyon opening, massive silhouettes were beginning to take shape within the storm clouds—vast figures made of light and power.
Not fully present.
But close enough.
Quinn spoke quietly.
“You have minutes.”
Azrael nodded once.
“Then we better use them.”
He st
