The six avatars of the gods stood in formation before the pulsating rift, their hands rising in unison toward the gaping void. Magic filled the room and crackling like a storm ready to break. The air grew heavy as streams of glowing energy swirled around their bodies, funneling upward and into the rift. The room itself seemed to shudder under the strain.
Eccar sat in his chains and staring at the rift with a mix of confusion and unease. The whispers that had plagued him earlier were gone, replaced by an unsettling silence from the rift. All he could see was the void—a vast, empty darkness that seemed to swallow light itself.
"What am I going into?" he clenching his fists against the chains that bound him.
