Ansel's power pierced through the interlaced, stacked spaces incomprehensible to ordinary extraordinary beings. No other could have withstood the feasting flames for so long, extending their power into the labyrinth's depths, let alone breach the barriers Evora had erected. Yet Ansel sensed himself drawing ever closer to the fugitive, the vanquished one, who had inexplicably gone berserk, unleashing endless blood-flames upon the Western Lands.
...Hmm?
For an instant, Ansel felt his unstoppable force not collide with the labyrinth's barrier, but pass through as if... welcomed.
However, the next moment, the path distorted by spatial elements reappeared. The serpentine shadow, nearly a third consumed by flames, nearly found itself redirected towards another portal's exit, poised to obliterate some unfortunate soul at random.
