The rift sealed shut with a sharp snap followed by a faint vibration in the air as if the fabric of reality itself recoiled, angry at being closed.
It trembled briefly giving a dying shudder like a beast cut off mid-roar.
Eccar hovered above it, hand still glowing with residual energy with grim expression.
The rift had been moments away from spewing out another wave of grey creatures. But not anymore.
He rose higher into the sky again and scanning the forest below. His eyes flicked left to right, searching for any flicker anad disturbance in the mist.
But then he sighed deeply, a line of frustration forming on his face.
There were too many.
"Erend… damnit, where are you?" Eccar muttered under his breath, scanning the horizon in vain.
But Erend didn't answer, and Eccar knew he couldn't afford to wait right now.
He turned, ready to dive back toward the forest, when something strange prickled at the edge of his senses.
A presence.
No, multiple presences.
