A violet portal hissed into life from nothingness, tearing open the snowy air like a wound.
From its spinning core, three figures stumbled out, coughing, gasping, and barely able to keep their balance.
Snow crunched beneath their boots as they fell to their knees in a clearing ringed by rivers of lava.
Despite the fact that they were surrounded by rivers of molten rocks from all sides, the heat glowing through the air, the snow was still thick in the clearing they were on, and the air was freezing cold.
The man who had once held the power of a Rank 9 Knight, swollen with the strength of his comrades, now stared at his hands with growing horror.
The glow in his eyes had dulled. The trembling in his limbs betrayed the truth his body was trying to hide.
The power… it was leaving him.
He clenched his fists, but they no longer responded with that impossible strength. The death of two more of the Seven had cut into him like a hot knife through butter.
