Just as they were about to launch their attacks, the overlord Primordials appeared without warning. They tapped the shoulders of the remaining Wardens with firm, urgent hands.
"Let's go," one of them said gravely. "We can't defeat them."
In the next instant, the entire group vanished through a swiftly opened rift, disappearing into the void along with the others.
"Tch. We only got three," Aaron muttered in clear distaste, his voice low and edged with irritation.
The rest had escaped cleanly, except for the lightning Primordial captured by Astral, the space Primordial, and the flames Primordial. They remained trapped in place, unable to flee.
"You will regret touching a Warden," the lightning Warden spat coldly, still conscious and defiant. "They will come for you."
"It's alright," Aaron replied with a casual shrug. "Not the first time I'm regretting things from someone else's point of view."
He stretched out his hand slowly, almost lazily.
"Bon appétit," he said calmly.
