Chapter 5587

Pressure far beyond this realm’s tolerance cascaded out of the portal in a tangible tidal wave.

Day collapsed into dusk. Sun and moon vanished. Only the churning maw of the formation spat destructive radiance.

Boom!

From the swirling darkness thrust a single boot—stitched from beast hide, natural runes flowing faintly across the leather.

That solitary step shattered the earth below, dropping the ground by several yards. Without Maxwell’s protective aura, Jared and the others would have been reduced to drifting ash.

A figure followed—clad in shadow-black armor etched with dragon runes, towering like some dread war-idol.

He was not overly tall, yet the universe seemed to pivot on his presence. Around him swirled visions of stars collapsing into ruin.