Atticus shook his head lightly and moved forward. Anorah, Ozeroth, and the other Eldorians had remained behind, helping return the soldiers and tend to the wounded, leaving only him and Whisker to step into enemy land.
The moment he crossed the boundary, a strange sense of weightlessness washed over him.
Atticus stared down the vast pathway stretching ahead, its end swallowed by a blurred point of light, and continued forward until he passed through it.
The world beyond was dark and oppressive. A pitch black landscape stretched endlessly beneath thick, unmoving clouds that smothered the sky, plunging the horizon into perpetual gloom.
Faint silhouettes of distant structures rose in the far distance, but his attention was quickly claimed by what lay before them.
Millions of armored soldiers spread across the land, their gazes locked onto Atticus and Whisker with open hostility.
A voice rumbled across the world the next moment.
