Two immense battles raged across the Underside—one wrapped in blinding torrents of Light Magic and Divine Qi, the other drenched in swelling, oppressive waves of Dark Magic. From afar the conflicts looked like two storms colliding, each threatening to swallow the city whole.
Amid all this chaos, Alen and his group had reached the remaining Shelters. They burst inside carrying urgency in their voices, barely able to catch their breath before explaining the situation.
"Everyone, you have to move—now!" one of the men shouted. "The Underside isn't safe anymore, not in any direction. The only chance you have is to escape upward. We'll use whatever magic we can to help, but you must hurry!"
