"Try and reach Atticus! Get him here immediately!" Ozeroth barked, desperation seeping into his tone. If what he suspected was true, then they didn't have a second to waste.
Just as Ozeroth was about to launch another strike at the pillar, a voice rumbled through the domain.
"Ozeroth."
Ozeroth froze.
Instantly, he rocketed backward, retreating with blazing speed and reforming his hammer into two. He held them tightly, his glare locked onto the pillar as it began to collapse inward.
The massive structure shrank, the radiant light drawing into itself. Two distinct masses began to form, one condensed into a dome of protection around Zoey, and the other twisted into a searing orb of purple energy, growing brighter and denser with each second.
Ozeroth's face darkened as the orb flared, then burst.
From its core, a figure stepped out.
He walked with calm grace, power radiating off him in waves that distorted the air.
