The Eternal Gate stood ominously at the edge of existence, a colossal construct of intricate runes and pulsating energy that bridged the mortal plane to dimensions unknown. It exuded an overwhelming sense of foreboding, as though its purpose was never meant for the eyes of mortals.
Helena Aurelia stood at the forefront of a newly assembled force. Representatives from across the continent—mages, warriors, and scholars—gathered beneath the banner of Academia Magnifica, united by the threat of the Gate's activation.
"We cannot allow its power to run unchecked," Helena addressed her forces, her black eyes scanning the crowd with intensity. "The crack in the Gate's seal signals an intrusion from a realm of chaos. Our duty is not only to defend our world but to ensure its survival."
Amid the preparation, the ancient sigils on the Gate began to glow brighter, a warning that the rift was widening. Helena stepped forward, her aura flaring. With the incantation of a Ninth-Circle mage, she summoned a protective barrier encircling the Gate. The runes on her barrier shimmered, holding back the chaotic energies spilling forth. But Helena knew the shield was temporary.
"Archmage Aurelia," said Eirik Blackthorn, one of the senior commanders present, "Should we not close it with force? Destroy it altogether?"
"To act with haste would invite disaster," Helena responded. "The Gate is a threshold, not just a device. Destruction may only worsen the rift. Instead, we need time."
Time, however, was a luxury they did not have.