Emery stood resolute in the heart of the Khaos hub, his form illuminated by the swirling energies emanating from the twin gates. With both hands raised, he channeled vast amounts of power into each side, his focus split between the two colossal doors where the ancient guardians slumbered. Each moment that passed demanded more of him, as he meticulously reinforced the fragile bridge connecting both gates, ensuring its stability.
As the hours dragged on, sweat rolled down his brow, his muscles trembling with fatigue as the intense effort began to take its toll. The task demanded not just his physical strength but also a sharp mental focus that left him on the edge of exhaustion.
Amid this grueling process, two deep, powerful voices cut through his concentration, reverberating inside his mind. The first was the rumbling growl of Killgragah, the ancient dragon.
