[VOLUME 12: THE ORIGIN][ERA: THE PRIMEVAL AGE][LOCATION: ABYSSAL FRAGMENT - THE DEMONIC TERRITORY]
Aldren did not hesitate. With a flick of his wrist, the impenetrable wall of shadow sealing the amethyst cavern dissolved into dark mist.
The violent, shrieking winds of the Abyssal Fragment immediately howled into the quiet space, but Elara barely felt the chill. Aldren's arm was clamped around her waist, pulling her flush against his side. The molten red script on his skin was pulsing with a frantic, terrifying rhythm. He was vibrating with a lethal mixture of fear and rage—not for himself, but for the Heavenly Emperor currently throwing his life away in the skies above.
"Hold on," Aldren commanded, his voice a dark, jagged edge.
His massive leathery wings flared, violently displacing the air inside the cavern, and he launched them into the chaotic purple sky.
