The air in the kingdom had grown thick with tension. Standing quite alone, Umbra gazed out across the horizon. Where his mind had once been settled, certain of all that was, now it danced with an uneasy sense that everything would change. He could feel the shift in the fabric of the world around him, the subtle pull of forces beyond his control, the tug of destiny threatening to rewrite all he'd fought to protect.
He raised his hand, calling upon Umber Blade, and the blade flashed into being, forming out of the darkness of his command. No words needed, Umbra cut through the air in one smooth, wordless motion. A rent opened in front of him, a churning portal in the air that appeared to writhe with dark energy. He moved through it, traveling without even as the world around him wrenched and folded.
