Arthur stood in the epicenter of the darkness, his hands tucked into his pockets as his coat fluttered in the cold weather. His eyes, still marked by their scars, stared at the walls that protected the Netherborne Clan, now weakened by his own outburst of wrath.
"Come forth, gate of wrath," muttered Arthur as he raised his hand, summoning a giant gate behind him. Nyx stared at the gate with fear; she had only heard about this ability of his, never seeing it in action.
Countless wrathful souls emerged from the gate, entering the wall and fortifying it. Nyx watched as her parents' failed attempt to recreate the wall was torn down and reconstructed using the souls. As the souls merged with the wall, Arthur muttered something.
"Protect this place."
