The colossal blue eye hung in the sky.

It watched the world in silence.

Its gaze alone was enough to make mountains tremble and oceans rage.

Across Blackthorn, people fell to their knees.

Some cried.

Others prayed.

None had ever witnessed such terror.

Lucien gritted his teeth as blood trickled from the wound in his side.

"So that's the Gate..."

Emperor Cassian nodded grimly.

"The Void Realm has begun merging with ours."

"If the gate fully opens..."

"Our world will disappear."

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On the battlefield below, the combined armies of Blackthorn and the Seven Thrones struggled to hold the shoreline.

Every Voidborn they defeated was replaced by two more climbing...