They frantically scanned the area. But Whisker was gone.
"He can't have left," Oberon muttered, trying to reason it out. "We're all trapped within the aegis shield."
Logically, it made sense, but no matter how much they searched, Whisker was nowhere to be found. It was like he had vanished into thin air.
Once more, the paragons found themselves back at square one.
Grasping at nothing, desperately trying to figure out how to move forward…
And as the paragons of the humans and other races struggled under the crushing weight of their greatest weapon lying unconscious… somewhere else on Eldoralth, another event was beginning to unfold, one that would decide the fate of the entire planet.
…
Inside one of the Alliance's many strongholds, in an unusually dark, cramped room, a man sat hunched over with his face twisted in discomfort, like he was trying to push something out with the last of his strength.
As the seconds ticked by…
Plop!
