Richard stepped beside her, watching as the world around them trembled. "Because of me?"
Ahcehera clenched her fists. "Because of us."
Another tremor struck, stronger this time. The white mansion groaned under the unseen force, and the floating sword in Richard's hand pulsed as if answering to it.
Ahcehera exhaled sharply. There's no time.
She turned to Richard, urgency burning in her gaze. "We need to leave Cresencia, now."
Richard's brows furrowed. "And go where?"
She grabbed his wrist, their bond flaring with energy. "Back to reality."
With a flick of her fingers, the space around them shattered like glass, swallowing them into the unknown.
The moment Ahcehera shattered Cresencia's space, a blinding light engulfed them.
Richard felt a force pulling at him, warping, twisting, before he was unceremoniously thrown back into reality.
