A crimson crack split open across the floor, bleeding light and sound. The hum was deep and heavy. Zakar flinched, instinctively reaching for his blade, but before he could move, the rift widened and spilled three silhouettes into his space.
The scent of sulfur and cold air followed them.
Kenry stepped out first and then Kyara and Carene followed suit. Their roaming his room as they stepped in.
Zakar's grip on his weapon tightened. "What the hell do you think you're doing in my room?"
Carene glanced around lazily. "So messy. Typical of you, Dumb boy?"
Zakar's brow furrowed. "What did you call me?"
Kenry raised a hand slightly, stopping Carene before she could say more. His voice was low, the kind of voice that made people listen without realizing why. "We don't have time to explain everything here. Come with us."
Zakar's laugh was dry and short. "Do I look like someone who is the mood for simple chit chatting? My friends are in a bad condition right now."
