North Star Stronghold - Tartarus Realm
Emery stood before the Star Gate, its swirling energy casting an eerie glow on his determined face. After three long days of waiting and preparation, the time had come.
He was finally going home.
At his side stood a company of powerful allies.
Rosin Karat, the Supreme Magus, had regained most of his strength, now at the peak of three cosmos Grand Magus realm. Beside him, Vayerel had recovered enough to stabilize at the One-Cosmos level. It wasn't ideal, but full recovery would take weeks, perhaps more.
They could wait no longer.
Not only for Emery's personal reason, but the scourge had swallowed the northern frontier entirely. Even now, corrupted shadows crept across the map. The decision was made: North Star Stronghold was to be abandoned.
Commander Jhett approached, his expression grim. Though still grieving the loss of Feil and the horrors of the last battle, he held himself together.
