AETHER'S POV:-
Standing in front of the gate, I look at the Guardian, Polter, looking at us with an emotionless face.
He had a lizard-like build, with purple-coloured skin. The body was covered with white armour made up of marble like structure. He had a long trident in his hand as he looked at us.
Then…
He took a step forwards and smoothly swung his trident in our direction. The path that the trident crosses in the air gets disoriented, creating a space in the air itself. The surrounding air begins getting sucked and then releasing a certain gas as the very chemical nature of the gas changes into something extremely deadly. I take a deep breath and then create various space pockets all around us.
Looking at Adara and Galadriel, they have prepared spells of their own.
I recall the words of Adara, who told me about the weak and strong points of the guy in front of us.
