Julian stared at the colossal, wounded Aetherium Gate. Archon was gone, his escape a bitter pill to swallow, but the immediate, catastrophic threat of the Gate itself remained. It continued to spin erratically, a vortex of uncontrolled energy, its conduits cracked and bleeding raw, unstable Aetherium. The gateway to Archon's envisioned purified dimension was a reality now, but it was a broken, dangerous thing, threatening to unravel the very world Julian had fought so hard to protect.
"He escaped," Elder Silas stated, his voice rough with disbelief, his gaze fixed on the fractured energies of the Gate. "He used the Gate's instability as cover."
Julian felt the raw power of the Gate pulsing, a deafening roar in his mind, a chaotic symphony of creation and destruction that threatened to sh
