Anark nodded to the Scarlet King, and in the next second, his strength exploded outward. The Primordial Force of the Void surged across his eight arms, sheathing them in a brilliance darker than night.
With a single decisive motion, he thrust those arms into the fabric of the Empyrean Wall, piercing its dimensional lattice and forcing it open. Space groaned. Reality shuddered. And then, with the solemn inevitability of a decree, a portal appeared before the powerhouses—an aperture leading to a place none of them had ever imagined they would reach.
Cain met Anark's gaze. The two exchanged a single, silent nod. For the time being, the safety of the Everstrife Empyrean World would rest entirely on the shoulders of the True Primordial of the Void. It was a burden no one else could carry, but Anark bore it without hesitation.
