Emperor Elandril's eyes, usually serene and composed, were now a reflection of intensity as he caught wind of the powerful arrival in Fifth Hell. His quick strides carried him through the regal corridors of the Elven palace, leaving behind a bewildered Princess Yala, who glimpsed her father's departure with wide eyes.
As the emperor reached the tower, a sentinel, caught off guard by the sudden urgency, fumbled in his attempt to maintain decorum. The guard, realizing the gravity of the moment, stood rigid, his armor clinking nervously. Emperor Elandril's gaze, however, was fixed on a specific direction, and his brow furrowed with concentration.
In the distance, a figure emerged from the vortex, a portal between realms. The emperor's lips parted, releasing a low murmur, "Rakumtatak." The name resonated with a mixture of acknowledgment and concern. The air around the tower seemed to ripple with tension, mirroring the emperor's apprehension.
