The city of Portentia was the jewel of the Nexus, a sprawling metropolis where a hundred different species lived in a state of chaotic, vibrant harmony. Now, it was a city holding its breath.
In the center of the Grand Concourse, a massive plaza of polished white stone and floating gardens, a tear in reality hung in the air. It wasn't a clean, stable portal. It was a jagged, angry wound, its edges shimmering with a chaotic, rainbow-colored energy that Vexia's sensors couldn't even classify.
And from that wound, the first visitor had come.
Kendra stood a hundred feet away, her warhammer held in a white-knuckled grip. Her elite guard, the Hammers of Dawn, a hundred of the Nexus's strongest warriors, formed a cordon around the plaza. They were the toughest soldiers in the multiverse. And they were terrified.
