A Web Of War
Panic crackled in the air like static electricity. Word, carried on the backs of desperate whispers and frantic spells, reached the Guardians even as they prepared to depart. Xal'dar wasn't content with a single breach; his ambition stretched across the very fabric of reality. The other realms, once distant worries, were now embroiled in the same desperate struggle.
Shania, her face etched with grim determination, slammed her fist on the strategy table. "He's attacking everywhere at once! We can't possibly be in two places at once!"
Leor, in his human form with energy crackling around him, spoke with determination. "We need reinforcements. We can't hold back the tide alone."
Azarath, his human form shimmering faintly, materialized a shimmering portal that pulsed with an otherworldly energy. Images flickered within: scenes of devastation, of monstrous shadow beasts laying waste to once-peaceful landscapes.