Amber was still trying to shake Damor off as she hurried forward, her only thought being Ray and Florence. Her movements were sharp and desperate, but suddenly she felt it. A heavy pressure washed over the battlefield, and her steps faltered. She turned her head, her eyes widening at the sudden change in the air.
Even Damor froze.
His whole body went stiff as he stared at the figure that had appeared out of nowhere. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment his mind refused to work.
"How…" he muttered, his voice low and shaken.
"Teleportation…" Damor asked, unable to process what he had just witnessed.
His grip on his sword tightened, and his brows furrowed deeply. After a few seconds, he shook his head forcefully, trying to calm himself.
Appearing exactly when danger appeared.
It had to be an artifact.
That was the only explanation his mind could accept.
