The c***k did not sound like breaking stone.
It sounded like a decision.
A low, resonant pulse rippled through the boundary as the black-silver light fractured not outward, but inward, bending sharply toward Elara as if seeking instruction. The pressure that followed slammed into the forest, flattening undergrowth and sending a shockwave through the gathered forces.
The High Enforcer did not flinch.
White light poured from his form, searing and precise, carving a clean line through shadow and moonlight alike. Where it touched the boundary, the living seal screamed this time in pain.
“Stand down,” the Enforcer commanded, voice echoing with layered authority. “This anomaly threatens all structured realms.”
Draven snarled, stepping forward despite the crushing force pressing against his
