Erend stepped out of the crimson portal and immediately understood that Drakenmere was suffering just as badly as Leonora.
The sky above the kingdom was scarred by multiple dark portals. Smoke rose from countless locations across the capital and beyond. Entire sections of the city burned. Magical explosions flashed between towers while distant screams and battle cries echoed through the air.
From his position high above the city, Erend could see defensive formations scattered throughout the kingdom. Knights fought desperately against waves of disturbing creatures and the mages unleashed spell after spell despite obvious exhaustion.
The situation was nearly identical to what Leonora had endured.
His expression darkened. There was no time to waste.
Leonora had nearly collapsed before the Dragonborn intervened. If Drakenmere and the other kingdoms continued fighting alone, countless more people would die before the Sky Anchor could be rewritten.
