Emery sat in a lotus position, facing the chaotic Khaos Gate within his inner domain.
The swirling mass of writhing darkness and distorted space pulsed like a living heart—dangerous, unstable.
This was Khaos main gate, the one that would one open the Khaos Hub and allow him to travel freely between waypoints.
After hearing the Oracle's prophecy, restoring this gate became his highest priority. Once functional, it would give him the mobility to cross realms instantly—to be where his friends needed him, the moment danger struck.
Both his hands rose slowly, fingers spreading as he attempted to stabilize the surge of chaotic energy leaking from the attempted fusion of three gates. On the other side of each gate, the three guardians lent their strength, anchoring the process with ancient will.
Days passed. Sweat poured down Emery's back. His breathing grew ragged. But the final step—the true fusion—remained elusive.
"Why is it so difficult?" he muttered. "Am I missing something?"
