Jack raised his hand, and reality tore open.
The portal materialized in the courtyard of Floor Twenty-Five.
A gateway large enough for the Hydra's massive form to pass through. Golden lightning crackled along its edges.
The Hydra emerged first, the Voidweaver followed, its eight legs clicking against the ground as the massive spider emerged.
Ichor dripped from puncture wounds in its chitinous body, but like the Hydra, regeneration was active, the holes in its carapace sealing over.
The minotaurs came through in formation, two hundred forty-six warriors moving with military precision.
Cracked horns and broken weapons being discarded for new ones manifested through the Soul Link.
And finally, Pho stepped through.
The Deathfrost Demon's blank white eyes tracked the assembled Iron Soot Clan with casual assessment before his gaze settled on Jack.
His blackish-blue form had returned to normal pale blue skin, the Black Ice Soul state deactivated now that the fight was over.
