To be the Keeper of the Soulbridge, guarding the Bridge of Souls, one must possess unfathomable power.
Even after taking on the mantle of the Lord of the Underworld, Erelyn had never crossed paths with her in the past century.
If it were anyone else, Erelyn would never have been able to open this rift in space.
But now, standing before Timothy and Sylvia, she seemed to trust them completely.
What others could never achieve, perhaps they truly had a chance to turn the tide.
The Sepulcher of the Sacred on the continent of Elant was on the verge of collapse, and no one knew when the Netherworld would face its second attack.
If there was any hope of ending this war that threatened both realms, it might rest in their hands.
The rift slowly opened. Erelyn, once again drawing on the power of the Netherworld, was now extremely weak. Even the color of her soul seemed to be fading.
